Waiting for a phone call, a ring, to rekindle the connection.

They start lacking thought, but you give them unfailing affection.

Where did the closeness and secrets lose your unflinching grasp?

An unspoken abyss of what as is the only thing you have left to clasp even though you have moved on, the memories of your friendship still linger in the notes.

But it just isn't the same, and probably never will be- expectations sink but hope floats.

You have tried to make the effort, to shove your way back into their life.

They close the doors and lock you out, you are cloaked in remorse, embarrassment, and strife.

What have you done wrong? Why have they made you feel this way?

You try to be around them now but always fall short of things to say.

How can this person, the one you have thought you knew all along be a stranger in your photographs, yet the memories you prolong.

You miss that one you used to know, the one you did so much for.

But sometimes you crash going down a one-way street, no matter how many warning signs you ignore.

So the memories you cherish but the friends, they perish, and you need to realize that you can't change the way they feel or make yourself believe these lies.

If they decide that you don't matter when in fact you do, just know that they are blinded by what they can't see and for that you should be through.

You have done everything that you possibly can- it is up to them to do the rest and if they don't do anything, then pick up, move on, because a friend and person like you deserves the best!

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