You and me, the best of friends forever,
Meeting when you were four and I was five.
Always together, and apart never,
The fights were scarce, we would always survive.
Never shared a class, teachers knew better.
Your house was mine and then my house was yours.
When we were twelve I wrote a letter,
We started drifting, closing were the doors.
Thankfully, it stopped and there was no wrath,
We both started dating, two boys, best friends.
You did stray away from the beaten path.
Your boyfriend, “the druggie”, needed to cleanse.
Let’s drop the fake smiles, I need a strong friend.
I hope you read this, don’t mean to offend.
"Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend."
Bill Watterson
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