For My Former Best Friend

Change: progress or an unwelcome sorrow?

I’m forced to think it’s a sorrow, old friend.

Into my life you entered from shadows.

Then, in an instant, you were gone again.

Every day a war wages within me.

My consciousness flooded with memories,

Making it difficult for me to breathe.

I hear your voice, haunting and whispering.

I’ve had my share of the hurt and the pain.

And maybe you never cared about me,

But losing you will never be a gain.

My hope for you is that you are happy.

And maybe you’ll look back one day and smile,

And think of me every once and a while.