Another Lost Friend Poem by Unknown Ever

Another lost friend, another memory spent trying to forget. Rather it be I unknowing to myself or them not seeing the same they leave me and then wonder why I do the things I do to try to heal.

In the time it takes me to make a friend, learn their customs and abilities as well as their disabilities, they have found someone who has fooled them enough to think that they can give more than I.

In the beginning I beg and plead for forgiveness but now it is a routine I have seen too many times. The friends who stay are the ones as broken and as lost as I.

So next time when you ask what I do or why I do it I'll answer quickly and swiftly, Another friend lost, another memory spent trying to forget.

One day I will meet that one person who will be a friend, just a friend, nothing more then a good friend but until that day I use the same routine of fake promises and used up wishes.