Becoming Past Tense

What happened to what was?
Why does it seem there is no will be?
I understand that there is a power of now... but even that is slipping through the cracks
I can practical still feel the memories of long long phone conversations that went until curfew and we had no idea why we called... we just came to each other naturally
We made up stories of fantasies... of what we wanted
We imagined being sisters and never losing sight of that
We kept no secrets
I knew you as much as I knew me
I could blame me or just time altogether
This day a few years ago was my last day
I woke up and disappeared just before turning twelve and I lost you amongst other people
The worst part of it is that you are still so close by
Does it have to turn into just memories and pictures
These past things?
Weren't we going to be friends forever?