A Close Book!

Her birthday date
Never fail to be in my diary
I think it's fate
That I never forget to record it down annually.

We used to be so close
Sharing secrets and gossips
And of course not forgetting boys
Laughing at each other when the one slipped.

It all ends
When we went to different schools
Both were busy with their new friends
And how to look and act cool.

As time flew by
We soon run out of things to say
Though we do meet each other once in a while
But each has to go in a different way.

We changed ever so differently
From whom we used to be
I don't know her anymore
Neither she of me
Thus our great friendship
Just vanished
No more sharing of secrets or gossips
Just a close book of forgotten friends.