When we broke up.
When “us” ended.
We both said that we would go on being friends,
Maybe even best friends.
I wonder now what it was that you wanted
Did you want our friendship to go on?
Was there still a place for me in your life?
I was bereft.
I was desperate to hang on to as much of you as I could, however I could.
If you wouldn’t be my lover any more you could at least be my friend.
That would be better than nothing?
So now I get to see you happy with someone else.
I get to see you raise a child with someone else.
I get to see you smile and laugh with someone else.
And I get to see it all on facebook,
Because your definition of staying close friends doesn’t include ever seeing me or talking to me.
When you broke my heart and offered false friendship as consolation I should have spat in your face and wished cancer on you.