Somewhere along the way we lost something

Maybe it was those lonely nights when everything was on our minds and we chose to sit in silence instead

Or maybe it was when the jokes started to have a tinge of hatred and truth to them and the slightest bit of venom would seep through our voices

Or could it be that we both became blinded by love, because when you're 15 what's more important than that?

And maybe it was just that we were so similar that we couldn't parallel each other forever, we were bound to intersect, collide
crash

But I'd like to think it was our time. Nothing is infinite. And our friendship grew old and faded like the fall leaves as it turned to winter

Hopefully wherever we choose to bury it, flowers will grow