The news hung over us, like an ominous cloud rolling in on a sunny day,
But we ignored it, hoping it would go away.
It did nothing if the sort, it came closer, covering more of the cloudless sky, with its bleak greyness
We knew we would have to address it, but we didn't want to.
We acted as though nothing was wrong, as if no cloud was in the sky.
We ignored it for as long as possible.
Everyday the cloud covered more of the sky, and the sun was hiding behind the cloud more and more every day.
The cloud was growing, it almost covered the entire sky.
As soon it covered the sun completely, and that's when it hit us the hardest,
Because we were pretending it wasn't there for so long we actually believed the lies our mind fed us.
It hit harder than hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, because we knew it was coming, but we had faith the cloud would suddenly roll away, and it didn't.
The news came crashing down on us, like a bucket of ice-cold water on a warm summer day,
Taking all our warmth along with our fun.
The day had arrived, and we went along as if nothing was going on, we went along like it was another normal day,
But we knew it was going to be your last,
Finally we addressed it, and when we did our interior broke, and we were tearful for a while, crying and hugging, and bidding farewells, but as much as you and I both promised, we knew we wouldn't see each other for a long time,
And i think that's what hurt the most to admit.
We tried to keep in contact, but it didn't work out, because any long-distance relationship doesn't work out, and anyone who doesn't know that is a fool.
We promised each other, but everyone know promises break.
We tried for a while, but it didn't work in the end and we both knew it. You moved in with your life while I moved in with mine.
You were still in the back of my mind as I was you, but our friendship quickly deteriorated to nothing,
We both knew it would happen, but we still had faith it wouldn't.
We couldn't deny the world trying to pull us apart, and though I may see you again, it is never going to be like it was, and that's what is saddest about the wonders of life.