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?