When friendship’s at an end –
Too ruined to be repaired –
We’ll find new ways to spend
The time we would have shared.

We’ll go for walks alone
And talk with other ones
Who aren’t unduly prone
To sticking to their guns.

And, when our paths do cross,
As they’re determined to,
We won’t bemoan our loss
But do as ex-friends do.

We’ll say, “We’ve both moved on”
Though all the good has gone.

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