We've drifted
            drifted a part from what we
once were.

We used to be able to tell each other everything.
Now I don't know who you are.
We haven't spoken in months.

It breaks my heart more than I can say.
We betrayed each other.
We changed.

One hurt after another led us to where we are now.
Neither of us recognize the other as we stand before each other for the last time.
This isn't how I wanted to it end but there's no moving forward now.

And slowly, with a final twinge of pain--and a squeeze of our held hands-- we walk away for the last time.