I spoke to Kendrick: a poem

I spoke to Kendrick.
He has had it,
he wanted to move on 
and live his life quietly.
I would like to say that 
he acknowledged his 
mistakes, on you.
He mourned for just a 
bit. I could see the hurt in 
his eyes. He really loved you.
Until you did something that
he is still working to forgive 
you for. You turned your back on 
someone who was there for you.
I don't know why I didn't catch it 
at first, but it was a matter of time
before you turned on me. He has 
left you to the wolves for protection.
I don't think he is expecting a 
resurrection, or perhaps that my 
projection. I wish you well.