You were meant to be there
A presence I should never have to request
A role you wouldn’t need to act
Excuse after excuse excused you
Forgiven but not forgotten
Every second chance given and never counted
They’ll always be there for you, they said
They’ll be there when it counts
I’ve cried too many times, which you saw but refused to see
Physically shaking inside a calm relaxed exterior sat next you
You listened only to pick holes, fighting back on every syllable, arguing when I wanted to discuss
You said you’d never judge
Months have passed and we’ve barely spoken
I’ve tried to reach out but with no success
Word by word I am trying to rebuild whatever is left of this friendship
You said you’d always reply
You were a friend.
You were meant to be a friend
You were supposed to be my friend
I thought you were my best friend.
Image courtesy of Hannah Rodrigo.