I miss the way things were

The way we use to hug

And tickle eachother

The way you use to come up behind me and spin me around

I feared out friendship would become a chore and so it has

You no longer enjoy talking to me

You no longer hug me or tickle me

Or try to make me feel better

I miss the way we use to be but I have to and am going to move on

I don't belong to you and nor you to me

So long old friend
it's time for our story to come to an end...