Dear Friend, We Lost


Want to know the truth?

We are the fading ink on

Old, yellowing, wrinkled paper.

The empty pen that needs to be disposed.

We are the morning breeze;

Cool and refreshing,

Only to get a taste of the scorching sun

And become warm.

Our reality only exists because of

A few powerful, unforgettable memories.

And I have come to learn that

Sometimes we just need the flame

To flicker one last time and finally die down.

Because we are tired of the heat that burns us

Every time we cup our hands to preserve it.

And like a light bulb on the verge of becoming useless

Fighting in those last moments

For a little more time

We know in the end another will take its place

That bulb, tossed away

Will be the only proof of our existence.

I had hoped our bonds would be

Eternal and forever lasting;

Strong against the hurricanes

Threatening to destroy us

And the envious looks that

Silently jinx our very structure.

But I think they’ve succeeded

And we’ve started disintegrating

From the inside.

Cracks in the foundation became visible to all,

But we are blind.

Small arguments became full blown fights

And silence became

Our companion on those rough nights.

Our hearts ached for each other’s company,

But our egos stood in the way.

Here, I thought we could withstand

The broad chested wolf with burning lungs, ready to exhale his destructive breath upon us.

Build a house of bricks that

Stood strong against every blow.

Only our house, I found, consisted of straw.

And we were vulnerable from the start.

Dear Friend, we lost.




When a fight becomes bigger than your friendship, what does that imply? When you leave on one of the most important days of your friend’s life. How does that reflect on you and your friendship?

I begged you




To come downstairs

To be there for her

But you couldn’t give a damn

Now I get these feelings…that what we had is falling apart. And even after what you did she asks me if she should apologize. I want to tell her no. But I’m conflicted as well. You shouldn’t have left.

I cried

At the whole situation

It was unfair to her

That the best friend she loved

Found it in herself

To walk out

Just like that

And I’m sorry to say, but my doubts are overpowering me. You have lost all respect in the eyes of everyone. You were going to almost ruin her day, but I hid the fact that you walked out. But then I couldn’t anymore, and I had to tell her.

That the friend she loved like a sister

Found throwing a tantrum

Worth her time

But giving her friend a smile

Not so much

You could have argued and fought later

Because yesterday was HER day

And you almost ruined it. Selfish. And when I look at the situation now, pathetic. That you fell so low. Found it within yourself to treat her like that. I’m sorry that I came to beg. Sorry that you had to hear my voice because if you couldn’t come down even after that…then I’m afraid you already know the answer to that.