A Letter to My Friend
by Sarah Branch
It makes me sad that your life has come to this.
I know we’re getting older, losing childhood bliss,
I try not to judge, but you’ve done things I can’t dismiss.
I can barely believe you’re the person I used to know.
You didn’t communicate all year, then we met again a while ago.
I wanted to be friends, I wanted to fix what happened, I wanted you to still have your glow.
I’ve heard too much, you’ve said too much, you’ve made yourself into my foe.
I guess you felt differently towards me, you never wanted to talk.
I still check your social media, though I don’t mean to stalk.
I just want to make sure you’re okay, but how blind I was makes me gawk.
I’m tired of being ignored and used, so it’s time for me to walk.
The truth is, I still care, even if I can’t keep you around.
I hope you get better, I hope your life gets happier, I love you and I probably always will, but I just feel like a clown.
Our friend told me what you did and it made me more than frown.
It makes it worse that everyone knows you, everyone in this town.
There’s no way to escape our five years, it’s so hard to calm down.