When we were friends

Calling us friends in a way seems to degrade what we share, the road we’ve walked on together for years now

May have not walked together the entire trip but our paths always ended up crossing and all was forgiven

You know how things go with family

Sometimes you fall out but that doesn’t mean you stop loving them

But when the time comes you know they will be there, as if they were watching and sprung into action during your time of need

Friends….how many of us have them?

The wrongs of today won’t matter should one of us not make it to tomorrow

Then again are we really broken?

And if we are as long as all the pieces can be gathered in a timely manner there is still time to piece together the torn segments of the picture that showed us in happier times

Even though at some point things fade and some damage can’t be fixed and it’s never the same

Can we at least still be friends?

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