It seems as though,
My true friends are leaving,
And I’m simply stuck in their shadow.

But you my dear friend,
One of which I’m believing,
Our friendship will never come to an end.

At the high school cafeteria lunchroom,
We shared laughter and thorough teasing.
Is where I truly had time to bloom.

Seemingly is no long just another word,
Just a reminder of your comedic being,
You’ve yet to become matured.

I hope that I’ve ruined bananas for you,
This is for now the end unceasing,
But yet, my friend, I thank you.