We used to be so close
Sharing, playing, laughing, talking
Then came the turning point
Good times slip away, out of sight
Behind locked doors, though I cling to them
I always give you my advice and compassion
Can you not return the favor?
I cannot reach out to you and express myself
The wall nearby becomes my audience
I tell you three grievances
You trump me with ten of yours
I tell you my triumphs and dreams
You nod absently, faking a smile
Where have you gone?
I have lost you somewhere along the way
Where have you gone?
Author notes
It's about a friend of mine who I've known about nine years but we've grown apart so much.
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