The End

The silent phone, the empty space,
A friendship’s ghost, no warm embrace.
I offered hands, a willing heart,
But you, my friend, just drifted apart.

The blame, the weight, it always fell on me,
To mend the cracks, to try and make you see.
I stretched, I reached, across the growing void,
While your indifference left my spirit destroyed.

No more the chasing, no more the plea,
If you truly cared, you’d come to me.
The effort’s gone, the well is dry,
This chapter’s closed, a final, sad goodbye.

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