Old Friends

Friend, you, you are my friend.

But...

It doesn’t feel like it.

Years of friendship down the drain like the spit in my mouth after too many shots of vodka.

I want to hear from you.

We used to talk for hours until our moms would get mad.

We could talk about anything, I was there for you through anything.

I want to know what’s going on.

I probably know better than anybody how your brain works, maybe not anymore though…

So why can’t you let me in?

It hurts when I see that you read my messages weeks ago, but no reply…

My pain has made me cold. I’m scared to make friends, because I don’t want them to just leave as you did.

If you, old friend, decide to move on with a cold old friend, let me know.