You cast us to the friendship boneyard in an untimely death.

Left to decay as communication halts and memories fade

A tragic loss that I tried to evade

But for things to work it must go two ways.

Avoidance, hurt feelings, an end without warning

a death march and a solemn funeral

except I’m the only one mourning

The tombstone reads “in memory”

and though the past is mostly dust,

still that’s the place you visit me.

In my camera roll, in times of need,

in windows-down drives around town

with morgan wallen or jon pardi

It hurts to know you won’t

be there through the milestones

A year ago I would’ve sworn you’d

be by my side when I’m a bride

but now you won’t even be present

and my kids will not know yours

Someday I’ll move past our past

and with the pages turned

and lessons learned I’ll be wiser.

I’ll have more friendships made

to last that can withstand the fire

But for now I pace through the boneyard considering the words spoken and the effort I made

and I conclude that I owned my actions, did what I could, and cannot salvage what she didn’t want saved