Wednesday

On that Wednesday
I lost my best friend.
Not in a store, not his phone number,
not even by death; but by him exiting out of my life.

Close since kindergarten but ending after 16 years.
I love him, but he no longer cares.

His problem:
wanting me to be his,
wanting to have more than our friendship,
and as I look at him; I see a Brother.

He let me go,
not a "good bye"
but more of a "forget you!"

I believed he would still be in my life,
old and still forever friends.
I was married,
and he hated that.

Everyone believed we would have kids and be a family.

My feelings towards him are not in that way,
I wouldn't kiss him, he's one of my brothers.

Should I just be divorced?
Make him happy?,
still in the end I wouldn't be with him.

As I sit on my bed,
I cry and remember everything we have been through.
Why would he throw it all away?

We might not have been lovers,
but still my heart breaks,
breaks just as much as it did when my daddy went to heaven.

He let me go,
so now I'll let him go;
I'll fade from his memory.
As for me he'll always be my best friend.