Friends. The word rings in my head,
Echoes like a bell toll
Us being separated haunts my dreams at night.
Friends share life, happiness, laughs.
But when we are apart, all we share are memories.
So insignificant compared to the now.
Memories, Friends.
The words echo with meaning,
As we sit looking through yearbooks, with tissues all around.
Oh, if it could stay like this forever.
Friends, good times, so simple,
Our lives all joined happily as one.
But we must move on, separate the rope that is all our lives.
We are different, now more then ever.
And now what joined us separates us.
Friends are always friends they all say.
But we must stop pretending it will be the same.
We will still be friends, hopefully sharing more then memories and tears and signatures in yearbooks.
2006-06-18
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