We are grappling with our friendship over difference of opinions. My beliefs are liberal. He’s one of Donald’s minions. He won’t put up with teasing. I can’t bear his iron will. Of faux patriotic slogans, I fear I’ve had my fill. How can it be that all those years I thought that he had heart, he was harboring this meanness? When did it get its start?
This virus in our populace that masks as patriotism spreads misinformation, creating such a schism that no bridge can be long enough to bring us all together. The strength of our convictions seems to hold us at short tether.
When will come the end of it, and if that end should come, what will end this great discordance and restore the hum of democratic harmony? Are voices so distorted that we cannot reclaim the friends with whom we once consorted? When I walk the streets where we once walked, my former friend and I, he crosses to the other side if he sees me walk by. When change comes, certain evils must come to an end, but I don’t think it will mend the hearts of me and my old friend.
We follow different orbits. We dislike each other’s friends. When we are together, the confusion never ends. Though I respect your choices, I fear they’re never mine. I’ve strolled a crooked pathway. You’re rarely out of line.
You have a place within my heart but we rarely phone. We each chose a direction and wandered off alone collecting lives around us where the other does not fit. We’ve analyzed our friendship and found the end of it.
Have we made the right decision, or should friendship never end? Is it wrong to leave old friends behind as we round the bend? It’s hard to keep momentum when pulling a long train, and holding onto everyone we’ve once loved is inane.
When you’ve somehow lost the trust that you thought would last forever, and when you’re simply bored by one you once found fun and clever, sometimes we have to face the fact we’ve loved someone in vain and all the joys we shared are ones we will not share again.