Faces

You meant it all to me,
You were my God,
My celebrity,
My heartfelt partner.

And no this is not a poem about love,
Well in a sense it is,
A love for a friend so strong,
So great...
But she chose someone before myself,
And left me out in the rain again,
Out in the cold,
No place to call home...

And when I see her now,
New friends by her side,
I remember the pain,
The pure depression...
I feel the pain,
The pure, hard pain...

The hurt of a friend lost in a sea of plain faces.
Faces that mean nothing to me.