Gathering Storms Poem by Holly Moon

I'm having coffee,
You're having tea,
On many things,
We don't agree,
We talk at once,
No consideration,
Driving each other crazy.

Our worlds don't meet,
We live apart,
Make no effort to bridge,
The distance apart.

We think we are friends,
Or play pretend,
Both know it will end,
Rather sooner then later,
If we don't make amends.

We were friends,
Or so we thought,
Until one day,
Something went wrong,
We started to despise each other,
No specific reason to be sure,
But something was wrong.

We grew apart,
No longer reaching out,
I don't know what,
It was that caused,
The rift that grew,
Too wide to bridge,
Waters running too deep,
We drowned, afloat,
We couldn't keep.

I reached out with an oar,
Which you broke over my head.
That was too much to take,
So I let you drift out in the storm.