“It’s called a friendship bracelet.”
She passed me a ring of colorful string
Pieced together by tiny knots and ties
Not perfect, but I loved how much she tried
From that moment on
It was on my wrist
So our friendship would never die
As time went on
The string began to fray
Little pieces of the bracelet
Started going away
She was leaving town
To hang out with some guy
When she came back
She would call off plans
“I can’t tonight, goodbye.”
The colorful string around her wrist
Slowly turned to grey
As the friendship that we had
Painfully faded away
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