Death of Friendship

There is that hole

piercing through my heart,

with pain from over a year ago.

A pain that has made me incomplete,

like a puzzle missing waiting to be complete.

At times, weakness strikes with no warning,

making me fall to my knees.

My hands clasping my head so tight,

that I no longer feel the same,

rather a stranger walking around 

some foreign place.

My heart is as cold as death,

numb with lidocaine.

Unable to feel the beauty, 

joys, laughter, and love.

All that is there, sorrow.

Sorrow for the pain inflicted upon me, 

like a knife stabbing me from behind.

Pronouncing death over many memories
of a genuine friendship that is no longer existent.