The Good Friend.

You meet people everyday

You sit, talk, and listen to everything they have to say

Soon enough your best friends

Late night talks, Midnight drives

bonfires, drinks, having the time of your lives.

Call by call, text by text, the only question: Where to go next?

Your always there for them, you always care

You've had a rough week, you need a little help

 all of a sudden you look around..  But no one's there

They say they love you, promise to stay

But there's something you should know..

In the end.. Everyone walks away.

Left on read, you try to call but the lines gone dead

From late night secrets, to talking about the weather

All your left with is memories of the good times together

No explaination, no reason why

You lay there hoping, because they didn't actually say goodbye

You become busy, school, work, family, and all that life brings

Until one late night the phone rings

It's her, you answer with a sleepy sigh

On the other end you hear her begin to cry

You grab a cup of coffee, and walk out the door

To be there for her once more

If only she knew the nights you spent alone

Tears in your eyes, staring blankly at the phone

That's the problem with being the good friend

When your down no one offers you a hand

But you never stop to think of yourself

When she calls it's like a book you can't leave on the shelf

You will always be there till the very end

And when you die alone, five words carved in stone

"Here lies the Good Friend."