A Letter From That One Guy You Used To Hang With

Dear Friend,

That is no longer a friend,

I truly wish you well.

 

I agree it's hard

To walk past you

And to know we have grown apart.

 

We have our memories

That only make it worse;

We were well as friends.

 

But our lives have progressed,

We smile with new cohorts,

And our aspirations have changed.

 

How is your dog?

Or was it a cat that you had?

No - you're allergic to fur.

 

I'll forget a lot of you,

But never your laugh,

Or our laughs filling a room.

 

What ever happened?

I suppose our differences did;

Differences tend to get in the way.

 

I wanted it to be us,

You and I fixing this world,

But you wanted to do so with an army.

 

Does my name mean memory

Just as yours does to me?

I would honestly think so.

 

But for now I'll wait

Till your crowd dissatisfies;

I truly wish you well.

This poem is about: 
Me

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