to my old friends

i mourn the friendships I had the ones I lost in my discovery I pushed her away now she is but a stranger I plan new days in the grass we once lay upon and when I go back I can still hear her laugh along time is an enemy though I know its for the best sometimes I think of you and I remember our past we grew up beside each other I considered you my brother and now I look at the sky is it the same or another? I think of you now and then and the last message I sent do you truly care so little or did I hurt all we had?