Changing

I miss this group of friends,
this group of friends is like a matching wardrobe
brought to a thriftstore, 
being prepared for permanent seperation,
never to be the same, never to be together again,
its not sad to see us split apart,
its just sad to not know where or when or if we will meet again,
wondering what he or she will do with their time, when you no longer occupy a section of it,
when you can no longer stake your claim in it,
and you can no longer keep that person content,
spend time thinking of someone else,
because thinking of them makes you somewhat ill,
by the time you realize I feel this way I won’t,
and its a cycle so when I do again you don’t,
but the best friendships are like records,
they can last forever if you treat them with care,
and wherever you wanna go they can take you there,
so when part of your life is in a plastic bag on your way to the thrift store
remember its part of life, no piece of clothing will last forever
the most it can hope is too grown old and stay in one piece
the less it gets worn the more chance it has of surviving longer
but at the same time the less its worn the less it will learn and grow stronger
we can’t all be kept forever and kept together