Change

You never know what you’ve got,
till its gone.

The truth behind that statement,
is unbelievably true.
But whoever wrote it,
must have been terribly blue.

I know how it feels though.
To have someone you love,
just disappear like that.
Like a unfriendly ghost.

I had this friend,
you see.
She was a best friend,
as great as anyone could be.

We were like sisters.
We had our ups and downs,
our stumbles and our falls.
We were always there to catch each other.

But one day,
the start of eighth grade,
she changed.
And not in a good way.

All of sudden,
the familiar face,
the familiar person.
Was gone.

Poof,
bam,
pow.

Just like that,
and I was left with a scarred heart,
a broken friendship,
and I was on my own.

She had become someone,
well to put it bluntly,
someone I even told her,
I didn’t want to be affiliated with.

So now I see her in the halls,
her face covered in gunk,
her hand locked with some moron of a boy.

Her face,
her hair,
her smile,
just her.
Is all different.

Just a face in the hall.
Something special,
I didn’t realize was so special,
until it was gone.