The Cracked Glass Ball

Some things I thought would never change - it would always be "us three", I try so hard to understand why that wasn't meant to be. The smiles, fun, and laughter; the jokes we'd throw around, Are now but distant memories planted in the ground. Only unlike seeds they do not wait come spring to sprout anew, They're trying to hide in the depths of my mind; this year no flowers grew. I had thought it would be like a rubber ball and bounce right back to my grasp, Yet I never had known that this friendship of ours was made of fragile glass. So when it came crashing down that day last month, I almost didn't care, For my perfect life had that perfect ball that wouldn't need repair. But the glass it cracked so harshly, flinging pieces once so strong, Could these sharp and hurtful shards have been here all along? I'm trying not to blame you, but blame you I just might, My pride is stubbornly in the way; if I'm wrong I still am right. For fairness we'll say we were both at fault, clearly misunderstood, And it could've ended there with a sorry that said "I tried the best I could". But the hurt took residence within you until it overcame your heart As the best friends since first grade began to drift apart I tried! I visited! I texted! I called! Only to receive unfriendly coldness in the face of it all. Not once did I text back a rude response though I, too, ached with hurt I forced on fake friendliness while your remained curt. Why didn't you inquire about things on my end? One who takes, but not gives, do you call that a true friend? Now instead of "us three", I'm left with "us two" But what's sadder than that Is that you're left with...you. You got lost there, in the place that whispered "all is being lost", But avoiding me just didn't work- our paths were bound to cross. So as we try our best to reconnect; change craziness to sane, I just want to say I'm sorry for all the hurt and pain. So the smile now, it's real today- I'm not angry or upset, But no glue in the world can fix up this crack for I simply cannot forget.