It could have been a lifelong friendship,
a haven’t-seen-you-like-forever-but-everything’s-the-same kind of friendship.
We shared tight, little secrets that only capital F Friends should share.
We pontificated over politics—all the things we could never change.
We wept over children—all the heart-pains that only mothers know
and only Friends can share.
We shared meals, split tabs, told jokes, prayed prayers,
taking time to just be
and sometimes read each other’s minds.
But the shared whispers have disappeared.
The warm hugs have been replaced by unreturned phone calls
and occasional hurried-life passings–as life is passing.
I have grieved your loss as one who died;
but your life is so full
you don’t seem to notice I am not in it.
I thought we would be friends forever,
capital F Friends, unshakeable Friends,
but forever has come to an end.