a moot point to continue the facade,
the reality clear like the visibility
through a clear glass storm door,
even the piercing sting of betrayal
will give no grievances,
ill will holds no further
bearing on the soul,
hurt may remain along with jubliance
of what the friendship has been,
stillness of a silent moment
reminds that footprints on the soul
will never be erased
only honored for the inspiration
as the source becomes a faded attic memory.
