This is a poem on the truths of friendships that start out as being the best and ending as being the worst. I am a younger gal, at age 14 as of 1999, and I met a gal that was 18 when I was 9, and we became such good friends.

She walked out on me when the age gap finally got in our way. I write poems about feelings, and this poem is about my feelings of the after- math of a best friendship breaking off into a distant place, where all is left is the hurt and the absence in your heart, that of which nobody can ever refill.

Always remember the good times of friendship, and remember what was, not what has become of a good situation into a bad. Always stay positive. Friendships are the best, don't let them die.

This poem originally was published in Friendship Poems - Poems about Lost Friends