"Another Empty Ringtone..."
Where do we begin
to lose our friends -
the ones closer than god
and blood
and even our skin.
Where do we begin?
We used to 'play' - outside
then inside,
then for real -
and we shared
the light,
dark, and every
thing
and moment
and breath.
We spoke of every one
and God'ed-this-and-that
and damned-them-all.
We dreamed "sillies"
and "stupids".
We laughed and cried and were
ourselves -
no smoke or mirrors.
I trusted you with...
me.
and then...
We went our ways
and yes, life - life brought us back
and forthandbackandforth
and it wasn't the same... anymore
it wasn't US anymore
and I reached and reached
and you mysted through my fingers' tips
and my eyes and mind
filled
and my heart cried...
I cried.
Where do we begin
to lose our friends -
the ones closer than god
and blood
and even our skin.
I don't know...
but we do,
we always do...
Chris