I remember when
we once were friends.
We laughed,
talked,
and smiled
together.
Now we ignore,
avoid,
and don't acknowledge
each other.
What happened to the happier days?
Was it all a lie?
Where has our friendship drained to?
When can it go back to the way it was?
Maybe you don't want it to be the same.
Maybe you were only meant to be in a small part of my life.
Maybe you let the friendship slip away from my grasp.
Maybe you never want it to go back to the way it was.
But I'll never know, my ex-friend.
We haven't spoken for a while.
That's one thing that won't change.
YOU ARE READING
Standing
Poetry"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing he...
