Not Our Story

I agonize over when

next we’ll meet

before you part to another chapter.

You were always special

to me

to anyone

who ever met you.

Whoever did meet you?

How many lies lay

beneath those fake laughs

and dire eyes?

How many introductions were

concluded with your glare?

How many times did I ignore

the strain beneath your skin

for different words?

Is there a chance for a dialogue?

It isn’t up to you,

the way you struggle to say

“Goodbye” the way friends do.

I wish you could have stayed

so I could forgive you

and you could forgive me.

Now I can’t know

how our story ends.

-Were you even following along?-

Or perhaps I will reach

the finale of our feud

between friendship and forever.

I could never have

predicted reaching this far

with you.