Box of Broken Words

I once remember what you said,

Your voice full of promises on which we could depend,

We were us and they were them,

we were your friends,

Before time did bend.

Time rushed past

And before we knew it,

The crowd engulfed you, and our friendship too

You knew it,

You blew it.

So now what,

we all wonder,

Now pushed back to group two,

As our times of laughter,

are a faded black and blue.

In some ways now,

We thank that bend in time,

for if not,

we still would,

be listening to your poppycock.

Oh dear...we are left with a box of broken words