Friends Poem by brendon phillips

I miss the way we use to be the way we were. All the times that we would just hang out and talk about no then. When we would make fun of each other. But know that has all change you won’t even talk to me any more you won’t even give me a reason. All I do is sit here and wonder why what happen all I won’t to do is make it all better but you won’t let me. So know I sit here and wonder and think about the good days.