Broken Friendship

Broken Friendship

Do you remember the crayons, pencils, paper, and paste?
Those times together we didn’t waste?
We were always together, never apart.
All of those years are forever in my heart.

Yes, we had fights and small tiffs as we grew.
Somehow I knew our friendship wasn’t yet through.
Of course, we’d find a way to make up in the end.
After all, how could I stay mad at my best friend?

But what happened to all of the secrets and love that we shared?
What happened to that strong friendship that was ever so rare?
I could weep just thinking that we’ve grown apart this way!
I can’t bear the hurt I suffer each day.

I miss you, dear friend, for we hardly speak.
Day after day, week after week.
Every day I see you with your new friends.
How taxing to bear this weight, this jealousy that never ends!

I wish we’d go back to the way things used to be.
However, I know that it can’t be that easy.
I know we’ve changed through all the years that have passed.
“Why? Why must our friendship suffer so?” I ask.