The End

Any fool could see
that we were over
when you stopped
talking to me
like a lover.
So now i am
just a friend
to say hello to
now and then.
We don’t share
our thoughts,
our dreams,
our passions
of any sort, any more.
We don’t talk,
like we used to do
all the time,
many moons before.
All good things
must come to an end,
my friend,
Thanks for the past
i should have known
it had been
just too good
to last.