It was all so good from the start,
They let nothing between to smother…
A friendship in such good shape,
No talks for days, they didn’t bother.
She knows I am busy, a friend so kindly;
Both spoke to the minds of their own…
Life went on as days became months,
A seed of assumption was now sown.
The weeds of reduction started to grow
As began the decline of compassion…
And like this a friendship was in the red,
When the truth met the assumption.