The bridge that burned...

No need to say it aloud, it was on everyone's mind
My best friend and all, the one I couldn't leave behind
Can't remember what he did to earn himself the title
Can't remember the moment, the joys and the struggles
But I can't help the loneliness now, the ongoing estrangement
I can feel the hurt on the phone, when I can't find anything to say
When I realize that everything we were, is turning to grey
It's not all on the paper. Could be in the sky
It's still in my dreams though, keep my eyes from being dry
And I'm willing to listen, if just for a moment longer
That thing that longs in my heart, that bugging whisper
If just to see if we can reconnect against all odes, all stories
Against life, burned bridge, broken links and cold coffees
Just a moment to forget that we're drifting apart
That there are some things even the greatest friendship can thwart
That I'm doing okay, even without the one I thought I couldn't live without.


The things a bad phone call can make you feel...
And to think, almost eight years to the day ago, I was writing the exact opposite.

Pamela e.
Les errements n. 72
30/06/2013