With One Last Look

Take back those scars as you walk away with one last look,
From a friendship that could have been much more.
Nothing, nothing I did was not for you.
Now I think to myself "why?"
Crossing my fingers as I dial your number again.
I've become accustomed to ring tones and the recorded sound of your voice.
I try to pretend its nothing; all in my head.
It seems that lately ignoring the facts has become my speciality.
Farewells are a luxury few are ever afforded.
From that last day we spoke, I never would have expected this from you.
No explanation. No goodbyes.
I see you for what you are.
I've stood in silence,
accepting every goodbye,
and I've choked down so many excuses that I can't clear my throat to react.
I am no better,
but it's moments like these that lead me to question all we had,
Goodbye, my "friend."
Take all we had and run.
Take all that I had and run away.
All I fucking had and run away.
Take all that you had and run away.
At arm's length, further and further away.
Over and over. Again and again.