Walking along that beach, the sand tickling between my toes
Do you remember how we used to sneak around there, searching for our
foes?
The flirting of the mermaids and the squish'ie'ness of the octopus
I liked the way you laughed when i knew just what buttons to push.
Swinging up into that tree, you know that spot i always used to sit
It just doesn't seem the same.. maybe i'm not used to this.
Fumbling over my words, distracted in my own thought
who woulda dreamed, that we could have actually fought
Do you worry more about what was said or what is being lost?
A friendship.. deep and true, held on to at any cost
And though, many will never understand
The true loss of this friendship, between me and this man.
I dont really care about how good or bad this inked poem might sound
What I care about most.. is holding on to this friendship that I once
had found.
I sit here bewildered and flustered at how this could have came
But all the things you said i did, i feel you did the same.
In the end, Does it really matter Kupo? Which one of us is to blame?
As long as in the end.. we'll still laugh and smile at eachother once
again?

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 393 AF.