Stolen

We used to be like fingers crossed,
Inseparable,
Now, though, institutional machines
Have prised us apart,
Like a burglar prising his prize open with a crowbar…

Our friendship has been stolen…

We used to speak for hours at a time,
We used to help one another
Through our respective problems,
Now, though, we don’t even know
If either of us has problems that we need help getting through…

Our friendship has been stolen…

No one can be blamed for this outcome,
People always drift as they grow older,
But we always thought we’d be there for each other,
I just wish I could’ve kept that promise,
I haven’t been able to…

And now, our friendship has been stolen…

In years to come
This may strengthen us,
Right now, it just seems to have ended us,
We could walk by each other in the street,
And exchange nothing more than a simple greeting…

All because our friendship has been stolen…