Sam M writes about a friendship that has faded without any drama. The speaker and their friend were best friends for almost eight years, but now they haven't seen each other in three. There was no fight, no betrayal, just a slow drifting apart, and the speaker is trying hard to accept that.
The repeated "I guess" is the clearest clue to how the speaker feels. It sounds casual, but it also reads like someone talking themselves into being okay. Lines like "It's okay I guess" sit right beside the admission "it stings," so the calm surface doesn't quite hold. The short, plain lines and lack of fancy imagery make the poem feel like a half-spoken thought, honest and a little sad. The final image, that "every book has an end" and "only few have sequels," lands the mood: quiet resignation mixed with a faint hope that this friendship might be one of the few that gets a second part.