The Words I Never Said

Hey, it’s so nice to see you

I’m not sure how long it’s been.

You look like you’re well

But do you have scars within?

 

I know it’s been a lifetime

Since we had a conversation,

But I wanted to reach out

Cause I owe you an explanation.

 

You see I’ve been reflecting

And making amends,

And forgiving myself

For being a bad friend.

 

And as I make peace

You often come to mind,

Because I still feel shame

For leaving you behind.

 

In my youngest years

You were my best friend,

And I still sit here and weep

About how it came to an end.

 

At the time I chose me

And I didn’t say goodbye,

I stopped coming around,

No longer your trusted ally.

 

But I had to save myself

From the demonic hunt,

Where they ravaged our bodies

For their own selfish fun.

 

They took away our innocence

When we were only little girls.

They took away our bond

By destroying our worlds.

 

I still live with nightmares

Over what we survived.

Are you still haunted too

Or have you left it behind?

 

If I could go back in time

I’d find a way to save you,

Where we escape together

And start life anew.

 

Maybe we’d run away

And make it on our own,

Jumping on trains

And finding a new home.

 

Or maybe we’d hide

And live in the forest,

And come out at eighteen

Being too old to torment

 

But those are just dreams

To cover up my shame,

That all you endured

I am somehow to blame,

 

For not doing more

And leaving you there.

I am so very sorry

None of it was fair.

 

Is it selfish of me

To get this off my chest?

Now that I remember

And it’s no longer repressed?

 

I wish I could say more

And I could change the past,

But we both know I can’t

Too much time has passed.

 

But for me to move forward

I just need you to know,

That I really did love you

And we both deserved more.

 

I also want to be clear

That you were always enough,

It was never about you

It was all the other stuff.

 

If you want to reconnect

My door is always open,

But I also understand

If you’d prefer this all unspoken.

 

I do hope in the next life

You and I meet again,

And our lives are different

And we get to be friends.

Written by Amanda Durocher

7.30.25

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