This is it, the end of the line
and I didn’t realise it when we got here.
Ups and downs, good times and bad,
but you are not a friend to me
and I am not a friend for you,
perfect strangers living separate lives.
Saying hello every couple of days was enough
to push you away on the current.
Offering to help you when you needed it was enough.
We said hurtful things to each other
and the scars they left have gone
but the memories are still fresh.
This is goodbye, the hardest word to say,
so I won’t say it out loud.
We’ll meet again.