The Dulling Blade.

In the silence of this fastly falling twilight is where,
the sun seems to feel its warmest.
And in this darkening world is where,
I find comfort,
in the quiet solace I dwell within,
and allow that lasting warmth to permeate my all-too-soft skin.

I cast a swift glance back to where
the laughter, the easiness,
floods the pathway,
lets us not forget what the true bliss of friendship really is.
I feel my eyes grow damp, and swallow hard trying to compensate for
all these things that I feel,
each and every day.
And how simplicity is but a dream.
How nothing is what it really seems.
Oh,
but pain.
It demands to be felt in the most sweetest of ways.
Whether it be out of release, or of containment.
No matter,
your eyes contain the darkness of drawing curtains,
of a show coming to a close.
Your smile has lost its pure radiance,
in a world dreamed up in serenity.
And replaced it was with the bitterness of what exists to be reality,
in a world as beautiful as this.

You grow quiet once again,
as I ponder what it is you mean.
And I plea with every thread woven in my mind,
please don't be another to leave my life.
You're a friend I wouldn't want to lose.
Though pain is inevitable,
I grow tired of its dulling blade.

But I've learned from my helpless mistakes countless times.

With a softened smile,
I walk forward, into gleaming night,
and cast not another glance over my shoulder.
And due to the sureness that I feel deep inside,
I know this will not be the last time it ends this way.