seventy times seven

i still write your birthday on my calendar
jot your name down in lavender
tell stories of the times we were young and carefree
try to forget all the times you forgot me
i remember how your mom swore we'd grow up together
through it all no matter the weather
how we'd dance on the bar and sneak cigarettes
but you found better, cause i was 'a mess'
and we did grow up, and you grew tired
it almost feels like I kind of got fired?
i may never know the reason
your circle changes with the seasons
you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
mb