I never thought
We’d actually stop
Speaking, let alone completely
Stop being friends.
After four years of friendship,
Birthdays and holidays
Old habits, traditions are dissolved to nothing.
Stopped talking. No more exchanged
Stories, lives, advice, humor.
To no longer hear your distinguished voice
Is like dangling over the open azure sea.
I’m utterly petrified of
Plunge past you
Into the unknown.
The weights of doubt and guilt
Are drowning me
My lungs screaming and
I come up for air alone
It’s almost as if
You were never there.
Like an entire empire has crashed.
Paradise is lost.
I lean on your nonexistence shoulder
And collapse to the ground
Bruised, broken, and bare
Every vulnerable piece exposed
Every petal composed
Of something lovely that will never be.
I don’t want to hear anyone telling me
The cliché comfort
“I know how you feel.”
Really, because if so then you must hold a solution
You don’t. (That’s what I thought!)
To go from close friends
To two people who simply don’t know each other
One clinging to the fragments that are
Left, the other only too quick to throw the best-selling novel
That was our friendship away.
To discard it like an empty juice carton
You sucked the life from.
Just like you sucked the life from me.