Friendship

She made a promise to get together, but then she avoided me like the plague!

The calendar held a sacred space,

A date marked out in ink and light,

A smile that promised, face to face,

To bridge the hollow of the night.

I held the words like fragile glass,

A gentle vow, an open door,

But watched the heavy hours pass

And found you distant on the floor.

Now silence grows where laughter hung,

A sudden frost upon the air;

The song you promised goes unsung,

And I am left to wonder where.

With every turn, you slip from view,

A ghost retreating from the sun,

Avoiding all the truth I knew,

As if the damage had been done.

I stand within the empty space

Where once you swore that we would be,

While you retreat—in cold embrace—

And shun the shadow cast by me.