Friend,
Can i still call you that?
Years without a word.
And yet still haunted
By the friendship that was.
Your words,
Such a cowardly goodbye.
Awaiting a reply?
I have one.
It's neatly folded in my drawer
Just waiting...
I'm sorry,
I guess I'm still finding an excuse
My prides not as keen as it once was
21 and fierce
23 and regretful
Do friendships repair?
Or like one time lovers do they get lost?
Here's hoping
Life's too short
And we both
live and let live.
Sincerely yours,
Lost friend.