Friend

When I think up a thought
As I sit, looking into the past,
Thinking of things long forgot
It all come back, at long last,
 
My thoughts start to flow, 
During the dark and damp night,
I think  " oh, woe", 
My heart and my mind start to fight
 
But you are foregone
As I fall to the floor
I think to myself and moan,  
I remember how it was all before.
 
When you were my friend,
But now we're at our end.