old friends
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Why did no one tell us of
The wretched death of friendships
In the years of our flowering youth,
When all companionry seemed portentious
Of tomorrow? No expiration
Seemed to us inevitable, lurking
You expect me to take your words to be true.
You expect me to trust you.
You expect me to do what you say
All day, every day.
You want my to ask, “how high?”
Hello, old friend, I am calling for you, can you hear?
I know I've strayed, but can you save me once more?
Against your warnings I've jumped and forgot how to swim.
Every day we see each other,
First we were friendly.
Then things began to get weird,
We went our separate ways.
You went your way,
And I went mine.
Every day we acknowledge each other,
memories of all those times we talked, touched, and shared
tears fall down burning my cheeks
what has happened to us
to the endless conversations
all the random things we did and talked about
time just passed by
