Drifting

Just drifting on this sea,
This sea of flames, of destruction, of anger, of hate...
This sea of life, of love, of happiness, of creation...

Are we still friends?
Or are we strangers?
Do you still know me?
Or have you forgotten it all?

We're drifting apart,
Nothing to be done about it.
You can't stop it, I can't stop it.
You say it's inevitable, but what if you try?
What if I try?

Try to save it,
Save us,
Save our friendship!

Or just give up,
Accept it,
Face the facts,
It's the end.

Is it?

My friend feels we have been drifting apart. I didn't even notice. I'm normally kind of distant from my friends, whether that's just me or if I'm sub-consciously trying to avoid something or what, I don't know. I've worked hard, very, very hard, to get friends, to stop being all alone, which is probably why I don't like letting go of anyone I consider a friend, sometimes even if they aren't really my friend and just use me or get a laugh out of making me mad. This friend isn't like that, not really. He's someone I would trust my life with and I simply don't want to lose him as a friend, because in this world, the bad people outnumber the good people, as sad a fact as that is, but when you find the good people, you don't want to let them go, even if you yourself are one of those bad people.