Just like romance
Friendship is a two way thing
And just like losing a lover
Loss of a friend can sting
You thought you had it right
And waited to be sure
Clean polite and honest
Before they come through your door
I was at my lowest
With my mental state
He worked in mental health
When I walked through his gate
He ran a weekend art club
As a volunteer
Most Saturdays and Sundays
You would find me here
He helped me with my writing
And got me into art
Massive changes to my life
After trouble with my heart
Ok he was silly
When he'd been on the beer
But funny too in a way
He doesn't drink that's clear
Then he was in my boat
Can't work retired sick
Changed to a recluse
That happened pretty quick
Never convincing though
As a truthful honest friend
So not a total disaster
When the friendship had to end
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