A friend is what I use to call you.

A friend who was true.

You use to think I was your friend too.

Only not as true as you.

I was always by your side and helped you through and through.

But the distance between us grew and grew.

I gave you all I could give.

So you could live.

That was not enough for you.

Not enough for someone so true.

Silence swallowed our conversations.

Fake smiles and laughter caused aggravation.

I wish I could call you my friend again.

But it seems like the end.

For me and you.