Dear Friend

So I recently ran across an old friend's blog. I have not heard from this friend in quite sometime and it makes me sad thinking about how I have lost touched with this friend. From time to time, I get questions about this particular person and I begin to wonder the answers to these very questions myself... I think it is a process we all go through even though we do not want to... So this is to anyone who has lost a good friend. Perhaps we may meet again...


Dear Stranger,

Why is it that you never call when you come home
Are we not that important to you
Or would you rather spend your days alone?
Have you forgotten all those manic Friday nights
Going to the movies and walking home under streetlights

Because as of this point I already lost more
More than pride or sentiments may concede
And I’ve wanted to say this longer
Longer than you and maybe even I care to believe

And it hurts because
I know how close our roots once were
And I am not bitter
Just wondering why this had to occur

So when people ask about you and how you are
I begin to wonder too
I imagine you’re safe and
You’re doing what you always wanted to do

But I guess this is all part of
growing up and growing old
People come in and out of you life
Or so I am told.
But why is it, old friend
that you had to leave
without even a goodbye

If you don’t care for us anymore, that is fine
I don’t really expect a reply
Open doors and open arms grow weary
and eventually close
Opportunities exist for only moments
that some choose to forgo

So even though you might have been only
an insignificant mark
in this endless book we call life
I remember that this time may have
already passed
And never forget that you were
a good friend in the past.
These pages are fading,
but the memories will last.

Perhaps a new chapter awaits
I guess we can only rely on fate
with faith
Maybe then you can be again
Not Dear Stranger but
Dear Friend.