No One's Friend

Let's put things in perspective.
I think you all have made it clear.
That you will not be missing me,
when I'm no longer here.
Although you got my love to keep,
I know my poems made you cry,
I also know we'll never touch,
before my time to die.
You've said I was a friend,
and yet I've never heard your voices.
I know it never was your fault,
I also know it was your choices.
I'll never understand how you could,
say all of those loving things ,
and still not give me peace of mind,
of knowing they weren't words you sing,
like singing to an audience,
who's names and faces you don't know,
never taking time to show,
you really meant what you say,
other than I'm much too busy to play.
It's funny how it's always fate,
that shows you things come way too late,
to make you think you matter
when you fly up to those pearly gates.
And now that I feel near my end,
I notice that I have no friend,
who showed me how much I meant,
when chips were down,
all of them went.
They left me lonely as a no one,
with memories like lies,
never knowing the truth,
they never looked into my eyes,
and said I love you Don,
for being such a friend,
and here's something to keep and hold,
when you reach your end.