Friendship

It's getting cold, since you have left.
I leave the lights on and the door open,
but it doesn't seem that you will come back
and sit next to me by the fire.

I can not lift myself up and close the door,
instead I let the cold come in
and slowly kill me from the inside.
You killed me.

I look out of the window,
see you laughing with everyone else.
You talk to me, when we meet,
but not the way you talked to me before.

A wall was built between us.
Where did I go wrong and lost you?
A firendship as fragile
as a glass-chandelier, breaking apart.

So I have to close the door,
make an end to this storyline,
many other people will cross paths with me,
you were one of them, my friend.