The Forgotten

I sit in quiet solace, And wonder what to make of all this.  For once I was on the top of the world,  And now I look in from out of the cold. I tried to fight the monster of change, But it looks to be only the efforts of the deranged. For my battle goes on, But it looks like my comrade is gone. I thought things would last forever,  Little did I know it was a foolish endeavor. And so our fellowship is through, My grand friendship with you. The plans that you have made, Had my part already played. I try to fight for more time, But it appears that it is a grand delusion in my mind. And so I sit here and count the days, Until my best friend and I part ways.