My Greatest Friend, Goodbye. Poem by Keel Lincoln

The silence hurts my ears,
Never a word spoken,
Over something like this broken,
Forever from fears fortified,
Of losing this friend once so close.
My mind filled with the times we had,
The games we played,
The snake you named,
The memories of our friendship,
Now you never come to me,
Now it’s you I never see.
Remember when we baked,
Birthday brownies for your roommate,
Listening to the stars, the first five times,
Spektor made other emotional rhymes,
Remembering the stories I told,
Of my pain that no others I felt comfortable to tell,
As my feelings started to unfold
In a monstrous well.
Remember that night,
In absolute fright,
I took your laptop; nervously started to type,
To the banquet with me I inquire, I bid my invite,
“Kewl beans”, you said, “you made my night.”

At that time you were my greatest friend,
But I felt things that forced you to drift away,
The same feeling that for someone else you did sway,
I’m forced to find others with which to spend my time,
Yet there are none that can compare to our friendship’s prime,
It’d be nice if at least,
I’d see you more than once every three weeks,
It’d be nice to know if you’re comfortable when I’m around,
That you enjoy it when I seek you to be found,
That you would seek me once again for me to be found,
That sometimes I’m allowed,
To hear your voice sound,
To have more of our old talks so profound,
Your name is probably my favorite noun,
But instead I’ll sneak down town,
My heart starts to pound,
My mind’s so confound,
To our old friendship renowned,
Lost into the burial ground,
Life has gone so brown,
For me there can be no rebound,
I Fall to the ground,
Put on my frown,
Hollering like a hound
And into my tears drown.

Once you said I could use your shoulder for such a thing,
But now it’d be to uncomfortable for such a cling,
The first time I saw you after that first break during the spring,
I fell in love and my heart had started to sing,
The first time I saw you after this second break during the spring,
I still hadn’t broken my love, and my heart started to sting,
As you told me of your other fling.
I bid you my congratulations,
And would love to join you in celebrations,
But I hope, too, we might someday keep our old relations,
Perhaps that’s too much of an expectation,
I wish there wasn’t such a complication,
And we’d still have our frequent conversations,
My only implications,
Are to keep our old friendship demonstrations,
Something I find lacking in your indications,
All these fluctuations,
And all my illustrations,
Our small confrontations,
Confusing my observations
I lose my concentrations,
With my motivations,
There seems to be no explanations,
It’s no longer dating I pursue,
I just want to find once again our old foundations,
But first I need to see you look with me too,
If this thing we can ever renew,
Constantly it seems it’s our friendship I construe,
It all feels so untrue,
You told me that to you it’s still the same,
It makes me feel you’ve forgotten our old frame,
When to each other we could acclaim,
But to this it became,
I don’t think it’s near the same,
I don’t think you viewed our friendship as I did,
To me it was far too splendid,
Maybe to you it wasn’t so candid,
I don’t know what to do,
I feel anything I say would be taboo,
A lot of what I think here is probably untrue,
I just want to know that our friendship meant something,
Not just to me but also to you,
Sometimes it just seems hard for me to see if that’s true.