Fallen Friendship
She moved away and I stayed here
and somewhat hard it's been,
to laugh and cry and be without,
my old and dearest friend.
I never, ever hear from her.
No cards or calls come through.
For years I'd thought our friendship
was as strong as super glue.
First I fretted, then I worried,
then I vowed until the end.
I would never treat her so,
this very favorite of my friends.
I'd call and chat like in the past
and things would seem just great.
But never did she call me back
no matter what the wait.
Time has worked its miracle
and I no longer grieve.
For friendship stored in plastic bags;
there's probably not much need.
Someday perhaps we'll dust it off,
to see what time has done.
Have hungry moths been in the cloth
and 'holes' what it's become?
Can we still have our coffee hour,
then sit there half the day?
Once we seemed inseparable,
but now go separate ways.
"The proof is in the pudding",
as my mother always said.
The truth be known, I stand in fear,
our friendship's ‘pooped the bed’.
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