there’s a tear sliding down my face,
but I’m smiling,
because as much as I wanted it,
there’s a different plan in the works.
Friendship is a fickle thing,
I don’t think it will survive this,
but a smile as you would to a neighbor can be spared.
I saw it coming like a speeding train,
but stood rooted on the train tracks,
praying the train would stop.
The train passes through me like a ghost,
leaving me cold and shivering.
I should have known,
the allure of experience was too great.
I have learned,
I am better for it.
a friend I have lost.
no hard feelings,
in life pain is part of experience.
The train keeps moving.