A passing friend
is bittersweet
because from day one
we are told
all good things
come to an end.
I didn't expect it,
you were so happy
yesterday, where
simpler times
rest.
I could have...
been better. I did
my best to give you
everything you
deserved.
You made me laugh, you
silly, silly creature.
Where there was a lack
of communication,
It was made up in
understanding.
And I'll go
back to my life.
At least, I'll try.
But when you made up
its majority,
where do I go back to?
whoops still writing ab my dog cut me some slack im really sad