Friends through skinned knees and brownie scouts, shared all the secrets we’d figured
Out. Built our circle of misfit toys, hardly noticing the slights of those boys who found us too
Juvenile. We weren’t easy, but neither were we prudes. Eager to please, shy around those
More crude. Then I moved away, torn from our safety net; you found yourself caught in
Another web. Do you recall telling me that my leaving was the best thing that could have
Happened for you? I cannot imagine saying that to someone who’d been my friend.
But then maybe friendship was an illusion, and being discarded was the ugly truth.
I’ve forgiven you, but no longer trust you. Your silence now speaks volumes. Who are you?
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Oh dear, that sounds like a happy friendship gone awry. 😦
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Another blogger triggered a memory. I’m blaming her for this!!!
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Yikes! We all have this inexplicable Former good friend, only you wrote an awesome poem about your feelings! You made me remember too. My former friend recently reached out to me then dropted the ball. What memories that brought back!
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It’s sad. But our lives are so different now that I don’t spend a lot of energy thinking about this person.
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Best for you probably but your right, sad.
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it’s always hard when you move in different directions, I am still friends with my BFF from childhood, but we are such different people these days, we have nothing in common but a shared childhood. Still we catch up occasionally and have a good laugh. I know she will always be there if I really need her; but she is no longer a part of my daily life, more like a treasured memory.
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Politics have come between my friend and me. But the rift runs deeper than that.
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shame, but it come under the category *shit happens* I suppose?
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Indeed.
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