A Mutual Friend
The words hang heavy, unspoken yet,
A plea for pardon, tinged with regret.
To reach through time, the bridge feels vast,
A fear of intrusion, shadows cast.
A mutual friend, a common thread,
Could mend the rift, the words unsaid.
But hesitation takes a hold,
Is it my story to unfold?
To ask this favor, feels like a weight,
Imposing burdens, sealing fate.
Their friendship, separate, should it bear
The weight of my guilt, my heartfelt prayer?
Is it using them, a selfish plea,
Or could it bring solace, set spirits free?
The question lingers, doubt takes root,
Should I stay silent, bear the bitter fruit?
Perhaps the answer lies within their bond,
A trust unspoken, strong beyond.
If their connection holds such grace,
My plea might find its rightful place.
But still, the fear, a constant hum,
Of overstepping, becoming burdensome.
The choice remains, a heavy cross,
To speak or silence, count the cost.