Dedicated to a Friend

You used to be a real good friend

until the fall began.

When the eighth came,

the friendship came to an end.

We were good pals in grade school.

I thought I knew you well.

I didn’t know you at all.

You said you were a friend.,

that would be forever true.

But when the eighth grade came, the friend I once –

knew was true no more.

I might not be glamorous or adventurous

or tell wild and crazy stories,

I tried to be a friend,

some friend you were when the eighth grade came.

You used to be a real good friend until

the fall began.

Taken from a collection I’ve entitled ‘The Destruction of Me’. Started in the 8th grade through college. Not a published book.