Change (2)

My friend,
I have fallen,
And you are out of reach.

You were mine, I claimed you.
Best friends, promised.

But you left me.

You never wore pretty clips.
You hated her.

But now, now you wear pretty clips,
And she’s your new best friend.

I have been replaced.

You don’t talk to me, or smile.
No acknowledgment at all.

What has become of our friendship?

You have changed, and I have stayed the same.


Everything changes.

It is life,
But when you don’t want change,
It won’t be accepted.

But one day, change will come.

You my dear have changed me.

But you, my dear, have changed.

The End

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