A handshake and a grin are what started it all
Long chats then began in the fall
You became my friend.

Coffee, restaurants, messaging that never ended
Winter was when our lives blended
You and I were friends.

One pulling back, the other holding on, desperate
Spring saw our lives become separate
I was still your friend.

One day, the realization hit me like thunder
I let go of you in summer
You and I aren’t friends.

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