The Beginning Of An End

I could feel the teardrops falling,
Like a never ending death.
The excuses still were soaring,
And the words were full of breath.
Our shadows, close in morning,
But apart when night had come.
For our friendship was falling,
And my heart louder than drums.
I could not here your little whispers,
Although I knew they were of me.
You have called me a resister,
But true that was not, see?
It felt like I was fading,
First the sun than a small candle.
Like walking on hot lava,
With only a broken sandal.
So when the time had come,
And once the clock had struck its end,
We together released the rope we held,
And whispered, "goodbye my friend".