A Better Bitter Ending

When sadness strikes

I spend a lot of time in my mind,

then I quickly remember

how empty you made me feel.

For some reason when losing you

I failed to feel it.

I'm not proud of this,

but I don't miss you.

In fact, I'm indifferent,

I don't feel the need

to know you anymore,

and why should I?

After everything,

occasionally you still seem to scream

to me through memories,

and while I'll always

cherish the childhood dreams we three had.

I'll never ask for them back,

or try to recreate our friendship.

We're too different for that,

our personalities clash,

we do better without each other.