We will not be friends

once we are done.

One of us will find God

while the other  moves on.

Now count the empty chairs

gathered around our living room,

Tell me how we still have our friends,

when there is no more me and you.

I am the bastard

who said that he would stay

You get to be the martyr

who decides to walk away.

There is so much

that I do not want to say

                                           who really wants to hear an answer?

We will not be friends

This is now done.

One of us has found god

and I have moved on.

                                               is there really any answer?

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About ponderingmoon

Educational Support Worker in Salmon Arm, writer, martial artist, and more importantly Father and Husband. View all posts by ponderingmoon

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