I used to have a best friend
The kind where forgetting our manners
Stuffing our faces
While talking shit about all sorts of fucked up stuff
Stuff going on in our lives
Or in our heads
Telling secrets that I have never told
Was my way of promising to keep yours too.
We had a bond that could not be broken
Because meeting you was like meeting the other half of the phrase “best friend”.
That Hardly does our relationship justice
You are my sister
That missing family piece.
I thought my life would really suck
If you went away.
You moved away, back to your familiar.
I moved too, to have my child back.
You promised to call, or text, or catch me online.
I promised too.
But you went on with your life, without me.
You got involved with your addiction, as what you call it.
I got involved in life stuff with my child and her school and extra activities.
I tried to text, I tried to catch you online.
We’d hook up once a week at LifeChurch on Saturday nights, but it wasn’t the same.
I posted pictures and funnies on your Facebook page.
Often you responded with a like or a “haha”.
Didn’t amount to much. I tried.
I understand we chose our roads
We both traveled to different ends.
Tried to hold on through the distance.
Until I lost my sight of you.
I always hoped things wouldn’t change.
But I am thinking my hope has changed.
Maybe things will change again.
But I really think our friendship
Has moved on…..without you and me.