We told us our stories of life
We cried and laughed
together
Between us there
weren’t any lies
We swore friendship
forever
But then, the man I
thought I knew best
A stranger he became
Only the memories
have last
Like a vision of
faded fame
Sand trickles
through my hands
And his picture
darkens my heart
Like that shadow
over the lands
Yes, we have broken
up
And it seem to have
been magic
That disappears at
midnight
When spoken the
spelling word, tragic
When best friends
get out of sight.
(about my breaking
up with S.B. 29-10-1995)
