For M.

I am a mere mortal.
A mere big mouthed stupid mortal.
Once, I was trusted a secret and I, off-mindedly, leak it to the third party. My fault.
Only then the third party made a half-fictive blog out of it
and the one who gave me that secret, then, read the blog.
Chaos.
Chaos in life, in soul, in heart.
For I was cursed by guilt,
by fear,
of losing the best friend I ever had.
Of things that would possibly be
unsolved and damaged beyond repair
Rememberance of things past
and flying words
galloping
wild
which I yearn to diminished
into the frail air
of my humility.