I will never understand why I am so thoughtful when I take a shower. I honestly "wrote this" while taking a shower just now. The last two lines came to me when I saw a notification on my phone while I was brushing my teeth and then I kept climbing in and out of the shower to record stanzas on my phone. Weird, I know, but whatever works...

The poem itself is sort of a tribute to friendships lost as well as a meditation for me. People tend to make judgments about people, even their closest friends, and if the person is not able to adequately defend themselves, feelings are hurt, and emotions run wild, often destroying close bonds forever. Sometimes a defense is given but not excepted and thrown away as a feeble excuse, other times so much damage has been done by the person making the judgment that the offended does not even wish the attempt a reconciliation if the person was able to think so ill of them.

Either way, the two were once friends. The two may have cried on each others shoulders, spent the night at each others houses, comforted each other when love scorned them, shared the darkest secrets, and who knows what else. In that sense, it is a meditation for me. It is very tempting to think ill of the people who hurt you, especially when you know the truth of their accusations were false, but they were your friend. Though the person may no longer be someone you can be friends with, they once were, and they are friends to others. For whatever reason, they made a mistake, but we are all human, and we all make mistakes. Why worry about the sad times, when you can remember the good times?