Best Friends break hearts too

A broken heart is a funny thing,
Although cracked apart, no memories ever leak.
The inhabitants of the crumbling heart number many
Boxes of alphabets on the back of his motorcycle,

Thanksgiving foods and pudding pie,

A football game, a homecoming dance,

A sled and an old pair of carharts,

Three years of intense friendship and believed promises.
Then
a rift, a crack, a tear.
Unforgettable words that still sting,
Unwarranted pain and doubt.
The memories of what was cannot fill the void where he is no longer.
Memories can't smile, or laugh, hug me or hold me.
Memories could never be him.
A broken heart is funny thing because,
A broken heart often needs what broke it.