Grasping at ghosts

Winds of change whisper tragic realizations, even though I erred I was granted full vindications. Got ahead on a selfish deed. I like to think i left for us but now i fear it was greed. Focused on want and forgot the need. Stepped on your back and broke our creed.
Im sorry for the cold calculated catastrophes cruelly caused, 'cuz causing calamity circumvented certain crucial karmic criterias.
 Killing our comradery was never the plan from the start. I feel like I stabbed you in the back, and that feeling brakes my heart. The life you gave me im forever in your debt. And the lesson of betrayal and regret is one im not soon to forget. For all the tears ive cried and are yet to be shed. I try to hold onto the ghost of you that i keep in my head