Also, friends don't let friends be downline: or *mway stole my best friend, those *uckers
You could be best friends forever, or you could lose your friend in a fire.
You could lose your friend to plague, war, poverty or pestilence.
You could lose your friend in a disaster: an eruption, an earthquake, a tsunami, or a storm.
You could lose your friend to genocide. You could lose two friends this way, or many.
You could lose your friend in a plane crash, in a car crash, in a clash of ideologies.
You could lose your friend in a duel, in a shoot out, or in a barroom brawl.
The point is: Your loss — it happens, and you don't expect it.
Without warning, your friend goes missing, after walking home alone from a late night party.
They were taken from a bus stop, or a parking lot, or their bed.
You could post flyers and wonder where your friend is for years.
Your friend could be wandering the streets. It's as if your friend disappeared in the middle of a Las Vegas magic show.
That fucker Copperfield never bothered to bring your friend back.
Everyone walked out and you were left standing alone.
The point is: Where your friend is — gone. Where? You aren't supposed to know.
You could lose your friend to disease: Parkinson's, salmonella, or influenza.
Your friend could be a smoker, addicted to maple bars or opiates, and morbidly obese.
Your friend could have a heart attack rounding third base or commuting home on the city bus.
Your friend could become low on iron and bleed out on a paper cut.
You could lose a friend to Alzheimer's, but in this case, they are not lost, they just don't remember you.
Your friend could rally one last time, at any moment, and say your name, "I love you."
The point is: You could hear it, if you were there at the right time.
Everyday things can take a friend away from you. Your friend could get a new job or lose their old one.
Your friend could move out of state, go off to college, or join the Peace Corps.
Your friend could get married or have a baby or change their religion, politics and hobbies,
Your friend — dear god! — could refuse to come to game.
Your friend could go to Scotland and come back with a new name and a brogue.
Your friend could take up blogging, play video games, or watch a lot of TV.
Your friend could become a druggie, a restaurant owner, a student, a cultist, or a writer.
The point is: They don't have time for you.
You could lose your friend because you don't call them every week,
Because you weren't there when they had back surgery, or because the one time they asked you, you didn't have the cash.
You could lose your friend if you lose their address, their phone number, or forget their birthday, their pronoun or their last name.
You could lose your friend because you never tell them your troubles, or because you always do.
You could lose your friend if they fall in love with you, or with someone else.
You could lose your friend after 15 years, five years, or five minutes — if you are a very fast-talker. You could lose your friend because you are a loser who has lost everything, but that is unlikely and it takes a long time.
When you hit bottom, your friend will come back the next year or the year after,
The point is: if you apologize.
Unbeknownst to you, you could lose your friend because anyone could warn your friend away from you at any time: a parent, a counselor, or another friend,
Or anyone who only has your friend's best interests in mind, and doesn't like you,
For whatever reason: You are a bad influence. You are a bad friend.
Even if those people are just mean, or crazy or completely misunderstand you—your friend might listen.
Your friend could write you a letter and accuse you of mental instability, criminal activity or neglect. Then you are estranged: like a stranger, an alien, a space invader.
The point is: No longer close. There's nothing you can do.
Maybe your friend has become a poet or a hermit or a philosopher or depressed;
You could definitely, definitely lose your friend to depression.
Your friend could stop calling or refuse to pick up when you call. It could happen.
Your friend could become a racist or a misogynist or a misanthrope. Even if you can bear it,
The point is: They just don't like you anymore.
To get your friend back, you could win the lottery and buy them, but that is unlikely and won't work out quite the way you want.
When you lose your friend, your lost friend becomes your unfriend,
Or your ex-friend or simply a person who doesn't exist for you anymore.
They could be a spirit, or a ghost, or a faded memory.
The point is: They could haunt you.
No matter how you lose your friend, you will miss your friend,
Because once, when you were very hungry and it was late at night after dancing,
Your friend made you a grilled cheese sandwich.
That sandwich is the best one you have ever eaten or will ever eat again,
Now that you are vegan and you don't eat animal cheese.
You are sure the protein casein causes cancer — the worst way to lose your friend or anyone,
But you still and always will remember that goodness,
A bonhomie of salted butter, sourdough, warm Gouda and Cheddar,
How the fat clung to the insides of your mouth, how it stuck in your teeth, and satisfied,
In squeezy, gooey, oily, camaradarie — a hug of mess just like your very best friend.
You could lose your friend to plague, war, poverty or pestilence.
You could lose your friend in a disaster: an eruption, an earthquake, a tsunami, or a storm.
You could lose your friend to genocide. You could lose two friends this way, or many.
You could lose your friend in a plane crash, in a car crash, in a clash of ideologies.
You could lose your friend in a duel, in a shoot out, or in a barroom brawl.
The point is: Your loss — it happens, and you don't expect it.
Without warning, your friend goes missing, after walking home alone from a late night party.
They were taken from a bus stop, or a parking lot, or their bed.
You could post flyers and wonder where your friend is for years.
Your friend could be wandering the streets. It's as if your friend disappeared in the middle of a Las Vegas magic show.
That fucker Copperfield never bothered to bring your friend back.
Everyone walked out and you were left standing alone.
The point is: Where your friend is — gone. Where? You aren't supposed to know.
You could lose your friend to disease: Parkinson's, salmonella, or influenza.
Your friend could be a smoker, addicted to maple bars or opiates, and morbidly obese.
Your friend could have a heart attack rounding third base or commuting home on the city bus.
Your friend could become low on iron and bleed out on a paper cut.
You could lose a friend to Alzheimer's, but in this case, they are not lost, they just don't remember you.
Your friend could rally one last time, at any moment, and say your name, "I love you."
The point is: You could hear it, if you were there at the right time.
Everyday things can take a friend away from you. Your friend could get a new job or lose their old one.
Your friend could move out of state, go off to college, or join the Peace Corps.
Your friend could get married or have a baby or change their religion, politics and hobbies,
Your friend — dear god! — could refuse to come to game.
Your friend could go to Scotland and come back with a new name and a brogue.
Your friend could take up blogging, play video games, or watch a lot of TV.
Your friend could become a druggie, a restaurant owner, a student, a cultist, or a writer.
The point is: They don't have time for you.
You could lose your friend because you don't call them every week,
Because you weren't there when they had back surgery, or because the one time they asked you, you didn't have the cash.
You could lose your friend if you lose their address, their phone number, or forget their birthday, their pronoun or their last name.
You could lose your friend because you never tell them your troubles, or because you always do.
You could lose your friend if they fall in love with you, or with someone else.
You could lose your friend after 15 years, five years, or five minutes — if you are a very fast-talker. You could lose your friend because you are a loser who has lost everything, but that is unlikely and it takes a long time.
When you hit bottom, your friend will come back the next year or the year after,
The point is: if you apologize.
Unbeknownst to you, you could lose your friend because anyone could warn your friend away from you at any time: a parent, a counselor, or another friend,
Or anyone who only has your friend's best interests in mind, and doesn't like you,
For whatever reason: You are a bad influence. You are a bad friend.
Even if those people are just mean, or crazy or completely misunderstand you—your friend might listen.
Your friend could write you a letter and accuse you of mental instability, criminal activity or neglect. Then you are estranged: like a stranger, an alien, a space invader.
The point is: No longer close. There's nothing you can do.
Maybe your friend has become a poet or a hermit or a philosopher or depressed;
You could definitely, definitely lose your friend to depression.
Your friend could stop calling or refuse to pick up when you call. It could happen.
Your friend could become a racist or a misogynist or a misanthrope. Even if you can bear it,
The point is: They just don't like you anymore.
To get your friend back, you could win the lottery and buy them, but that is unlikely and won't work out quite the way you want.
When you lose your friend, your lost friend becomes your unfriend,
Or your ex-friend or simply a person who doesn't exist for you anymore.
They could be a spirit, or a ghost, or a faded memory.
The point is: They could haunt you.
No matter how you lose your friend, you will miss your friend,
Because once, when you were very hungry and it was late at night after dancing,
Your friend made you a grilled cheese sandwich.
That sandwich is the best one you have ever eaten or will ever eat again,
Now that you are vegan and you don't eat animal cheese.
You are sure the protein casein causes cancer — the worst way to lose your friend or anyone,
But you still and always will remember that goodness,
A bonhomie of salted butter, sourdough, warm Gouda and Cheddar,
How the fat clung to the insides of your mouth, how it stuck in your teeth, and satisfied,
In squeezy, gooey, oily, camaradarie — a hug of mess just like your very best friend.
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