The one I could trust,
the one who stood near—
I've lost two friends,
the reason feels clear.
He was my shield for years,
my compass through storms;
but change crept in quietly,
then shattered his form.
I saw the clouds gather,
I sensed the decay—
yet power deserted me,
betrayal had its say.
Still I hope for his mending,
though I know it's in vain;
to forgive is to bleed,
yet to hold on is pain.
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