Murderer I

** Murderer, I **
These waiting moments
When pause to consider
The loss of who I once knew
Seems to be a friend from long ago
On whom I could depend
Whose actions once I could predict
And then through strange decisions
Or inactivity and lack of direction
Became someone I no longer knew
A phantom of my senses
I would seek each day in my thoughts
To reacquaint myself with who it was
Had drifted away from my grasp
Left another person altogether different
Altogether reticent to discuss the changes
Presenting them as a fait a compli
Occurred and could no longer questioned
Yet that friend was me
And I am judge defendant and prosecutor
Of the murderer of that other
In becoming who I have become.