Friend Poem by Peter Cloutier

We met in that dusty class room,
rarely spoke or seemed to care,
who would have thought such a friendship could bloom,
such a feeling feels so rare.

Throughout the years we've had much fun,
while together, time flew fast,
our friendship had only just begun,
yet we always seemed to have a blast.

I always felt it'd be you and me,
I felt our friendship would always be,
our trust grew quick and steady,
you felt just like family.

One dreadful day I trusted you,
the feeling of betrayel just hadn't been,
when it struck I had no clue,
the very next day you'de broken in.

Your action felt like molten stakes,
driving through my heart,
my soul experienced a thousand breaks,
I slowly started falling apart.

Now here I am,
don't want to know him,
yet he inspired me,
to write this poem.