MY Old Album

Is it really over,
that friendship of ours.
So many memories and so many scars.

I look at this book with wrinkled old hands.
We went together like an hourglass
and its sands.

There was no fight or even a last word.
Just hopes and wishes that only
our minds had heard.

There was no goodbye or a last look.
I think to myself holding that book.

Laughs once forgotten now seem only misplaced.
I find and remember them here in my book filled with life i used to taste.

Its a shame it all ended because of a man.
Your not even with him it ended before it began.

We never said a word to what we both would lose.
But we both chose to end it, words would only confuse.

We drifted away slow but steady.
It seemed hard but to much had changed and we both were ready.

I\'ll kiss this book before
I throw it away.
It was my life then that makes
it hurt so much today.