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