From this distance,

The outline of her is only visible.

Time has made a small impact,

But her coldness has caused the gap

 

I call her name,

Only to see her respond to another.

I reach for her friendship,

Only to be turned away from.

 

I throw the lasso,

And pull with my might.

It is no use,

I am the older model.

 

Next to shiny new toys,

I am rust.

Next to diamonds,

I am dust.

 

They get a real laugh,

I get a forced smile.

I finally get an inch,

They get a mile.

 

While our friendship goes up in flames,

I stand in the smoke.

And only when she is gone,

A goodbye I can choke.