Everything Eventually Ends

this is life, you think.

and your hand itches,

and your ears squeemish,

as you hear a story unfold.

of a tale, of two best-friends

torn-apart, distant and colliding

with one another, breaking bonds

and fraying all olive branches,

all beyond any sort of repair

"I can't take this anymore, I have to leave."

and you hear an uproar in your mind as it races,

and squirms as you push for an answer, a solution

you just need to think of something smart, something fast,

some sort of miracle cure, that will fix this gap.

You open your mouth wish to say:

"Let me try to fix this. You both-"

Instead you say: 

"Okay."