I'm stuck in the past

For so long we were friends,
we were family.
What happened,
we were no more.
Why must things change,
for the worse.

Many memories I have,
we had fun.
But what changed,
we are no longer the same.
Why must things change,
for the worse.

Many laughs we shared,
we went places.
What happened,
now you hate me.
Why must things change?

Why do things change?
Why do we dwell on the past?
Why cant we move on?
Why must things change?

poem by Nathaniel DeMay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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