TORCHER'S CHAMBERS

How fragile a friendship.

Built throughout the years.

The sharing of the blood.

The sharing of the tears.

It will never end; was what we used to say. Nothing would come between.

Pity how I still feel that way, yet you a new path have seen.

But in life there is always something that can sever the fat from the lean.

The love of a woman, cross words, or anger. All can come between.

We had seen it all before.

How much of the friendship was there really is what I have often wondered.

To be torn down by that....... and no more.

Always figured it would take more weight than that to put us under.

It leaves a festered sore.

In a day, a week, or a year? How long to forget the friend who has been there for a lifetime? 

.......I wonder.

It is what Nightmares are made of. 

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