My Friend
So close, yet so far away
So much to talk, so little to say.
I want to help but don't know how
All I can say is "our Vow".
Age 10, innocent, carefree.
Life without fears or worries.
Promises made on the swing set
To rely on each other for help--never forget
Age 16, cynical, worried.
Life with indecisions and actions flurried.
As I see you change before my eyes,
Parties and powders to be inhaled-I cry.
You morph and I can't keep up, but never forget
I will always be there if you need
A shoulder to cry on or a friend-
Our Vow.
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