There once was a man called friend.
With sparkling blue eyes and an engaging smile,
Who captured my heart.
A thoughtful, kind and caring soul.
Through thick and through thin,
A good friend to all.
Passionate and caring of things of import.
Arguments vocalized with a friendly banter,
Refusal to back down or be swayed from his point.
Then the day came, when rough waters abound.
A cry went out for the help of a supportive friend.
Only to be met with silence.
Confused information with participation.
Choices sent waves of disappointment;
From which he would not repent.
The phone remained silent; e-mails unanswered.
Hurt and withdrawal necessitated,
A decision…to give up.
Decision made to move on.
Eyes fixed forward, must not look back.
In reality…a struggle each day.
Until one day…success.
Conversation…but nary a thought of him came to mind.
Shocked, surprised and appalled!
How could I…what kind of a person am I?
To so easily forget,
One, once considered a friend?
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