People drift through life like seasons,
Warm for a moment, then gone without reasons.
A friend sticks closer than a brother—
I’ve believed that more than any other.
But lately it feels like that, too, has slipped away,
Like something precious I can’t make stay.
How can someone you thought you knew
Shift into a stranger right in front of you?
It’s like, “How come this foundation isn’t stone?”
I thought we were close—closer than I’ve ever known.
Then someone funnier, older, maybe more cool,
Walks in—and suddenly I’m not even in the room.
Like I don’t exist.
Now I’m left asking: do I resist?
Who am I to interrupt the flock?
Your best friend now—why should I feel shocked?
It’s not like you treated me less… not at first,
But mentally, friendship is rolling the dice—reverse.
Which side will I get? Am I the best today?
Or will someone else steal the light away?
Why does this keep happening? I don’t know.
Is it destiny to walk this road alone?
But then a whisper softens the ache—
Your worth is not the kind they get to take.
I know my identity, who I am in Christ—
Loved without condition, paid for with His life.
People may wander, seasons may change,
He stays steadfast, constant, never strange.
So I breathe, unclench, and let this be—
Maybe losing them is rescue, not tragedy.
Because anyone meant for my story will stay,
Not just in sunshine—
but through every rainy day.