Empty

A friend is lost,
not missing,
nor dead,
but lost just the same.

A friend is void,
empty vessel,
traitor indeed,
dead just as well be.

Do I cry now,
I should,
I could,
grief is raising within.

A friend betrayed me,
kicked me,
punched me,
never touching but hurt still.

I won't say goodbye,
not me,
not now,
grieving the lose any way.