Friendships

I remember when first we met, the way only little kids are able. Oh, the memories we've had but now it seems we're not so stable. When first it all began we weren't the most perfect of friends but time carries it's own magic. How such trembling friendships can transcend. Yet, as it seems the case what time can once weave, it can then also make to come undone leaving each in turn to grieve. I fear here is our unweaving fraying from times strong tide are you to go your way, and I mine? It's hard to picture aspects without you alongside.