Ode to a lost treasure....my beloved friend
I feel as though I've been forced to replace you. That we've allowed this crack to become a fissure. Was it me that created it? Was it you? Perhaps both of us? I lost myself and in losing what has always been me, I fear I've lost you. Where did the line get severed? Where did we go wrong? What happened to us that we lost such a grand thing? Is this what's suppose to happen? Is this how we're suppose to end? In our growth as human beings, as individuals, when did we grow appart? It kills me to think that I've lost my best friend...No. That I've lost a piece of myself. Where do we go from here? Do we just except it and go on? Or do we fight it? Can what's lost be recovered before it's lost forever? Frankly, I fear that it may already be too late but it doesn't mean I've given up hope completely.