I doubt myself again.
The early morning television watching; the Sunday hangover chillout days. They come to me like a flash of emotion, and sadness.
The surety of my convictions suddenly lost, I weigh up the decision I made and I doubt...
The shadow of a friendship lost looms omnipotently in the background, and I don't know whether I feel wronged by the decision I made, or the friend I may have forsaken.
It will be. Whatever it will be, it will be. And I only cherish the time we had, as I always did.
You are my friend. But I doubt myself again.
By Looshkin
©2012