“Disillusionment of B.F.F.”
My head is taunted
By the ghosts of best friendships past.
There are no late night conversations,
or nights illuminated only by the T.V.’s light,
or “Call me anytime, I’ll always be there.”
No inside jokes
With hours of laughter
And shared secrets.
We’re not going
To always be inseparable.
Only the occasional “Hey,” of awkward acquaintances,
A sad smirk as we pass by,
Flooded with memories of our fractured friendship.