had we been good friends?

friends (:
friends come, friends go.
sometimes i wonder,
how many hearts had we
left imprints on?
we enter their lifes
just like they had entered ours.
and when we left,
whats that remained?
is it that of nothing
or is it something of love?
had we done our friends right
or otherwise wrong?
were we the bestest friend that could be
or did we just treat it as -nothing?
did we try to give our best
or did we scorn and not love?
had we treated them real
or perhaps hidden ourselves within?
every tale tells a different story
but does every entrance have an exit?