Buddy [I'm Sorry]

For you I had
a friendly sort of
softness,
yet softness that came
with care so careless
it became surreal.

You were searching
for that one path,
that one right path
(with my own eyes
I saw you searching),
but I stood there,
dancing in my own selfish crisis,
hiding the bridge
to that one path.

Now, you've
veered to the other trail
and jumped the cliff.

Now, only tears can express
those words that come too late:

I'm sorry John.