It is funny how some people change,
The people you never thought
Would become distant and strange,
Yet humanity is capricious,
And all moods have a range,
And now there is nothing left to talk about
Nothing shared nor interest taken,
As a friendship can die as soon as it’s made,
So sad that things can become so staid…
No weekend visits, no phone calls made,
Everyone must now lie in the bed they’ve made,
Apathy rules, a great hiding tool,
To wallow in and let off steam,
As I now vanish into the mists of what’s been,
It does grate one’s own self-esteem.
And now eleven years on, you are a faintness once seen,
Who knows had we been friends, what could have been?
Yet instead it has gone, it is no more,
Yet the sound is still ringing in my head,
The bitter sound of your slammed door.
The bitter sound of your slammed door.
Amy Gerrard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-charlotte-lost-friendships/
