I had a friend since third grade. A friend who will remain nameless for the sake of a promise.
She was my best friend
With adventure never to end
Until she left for a new adventure
Then I had a new state to venture
Until we decided to get in touch
But maybe it was a little to much
When we decided long distance
She was my existence
But then she told me her story
And though it was a bit gory
It made us closer
But I felt like a poser
When I couldn't talk
I had to walk
With the thought
That it was heartbreak I taught
Until I sent her a text
And then a next
Trying to get back what we had,
Hope, but the attempt was bad
Cause she told me we were done
But in the long run
I miss her