Breathing Without Oxygen Poem by Rylie Shoop

What happens when our friendship isn't worth saving?
What happens when everything we've gone through is all thrown away?
Can you actually remember a time where we haven't fought this year?
I can.
But barely.
What I can remember most is our fighting.
Fighting almost every week.
But remember elementary school?
Fighting was never an option.
Maybe.
Just maybe,
Junior high woke us up and made us choose our path of life.
Which way did you go?
Obviously opposite of mine.
We've just grown too far apart.
I never thought I'd lose my best friend.
But I suppose it happened.
At least, the old you is still my friend.
In my mind and heart.
Oh, the glory days.
Where we would hang out.
Just us.
The way we could sit and talk for hours without being bored of each other.
Where you actually asked for us to hang out.
And I would say yes,
of course,
since we were inseparable.
But now look at us.
Rarely wanting to be together.
Let alone,
talk to me.
If I could say one last thing to you,
It would be that I miss you.
But,
our lives are slowly dissolving and we are slowly growing farther and farther apart.
And we have chosen different paths of life.
So I guess this is a final goodbye.
Goodbye and have a great life.
Maybe,
some day,
our lines of life will cross again.