To The Ones I Call My Friends Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

To the ones I call my friends
I had a conversation with the moon last night; sleep was but a farfetched dream, perhaps that's why I stayed up all night.
My comrade, the bright moon and I conversed about the laughs we shared in the past; he told me how we may no longer be friends and I was but filled with aghast.
To know that the journey we started many moons ago would but turn into crescent; I swear I never in my wildest dreams think our friendship would become this evanescent.
I remember how we came from being just mere friends to family; the beautiful memories we shared together, look how today they all turnout awfully.
I must have been naive as usual, to think that friends always have your back; because when things went south and I was left at the center of it all, they took a West and dropped me like an empty sack.
I suck at reading between the lines; so when they curved I held on to the ruler because I thought I'd control it like a King, but I guess I didn't foresee that everything would in time blow up in my face like the landmines.
Why didn't you tell me to my face?
Why didn't you say you were hurt?
Why didn't you say you were scared of losing me?
Why didn't you tell me what you felt?
Why didn't you tell me, you thought my head was way up in the clouds?
See! To the ones I called my friends, this is an ode for you; I tell you now I am happy with all that's happened and so should you.
Because a true friend would never run to a third party about my issues; they'd tell me truthfully despite my reaction, what is loyalty if confidentiality is but misused?
To the ones I call my friends, I'll have you know that you still hold a very integral part of my heart; if only you could see things from my vantage point, I swear you wouldn't dare dream to depart.
©KingTMC*