friend(s)

 friend(s)

on a cold december morning

mourning 

that period of life

those memories like 

many dog eared pages 

in a well loved book

now all that is left

is time and silence

wondering where all those people went

why I wasn't enough to remember

or check up on

that's not right

because checking up on feels like a task

i never wanted to be a task or burden

i thought i held some value as a friend

maybe 

maybe i'm too old

with too much responsibility

to think back so much

when there is less time in front of me

why should i care right?

stoicism is served up liked happy meals

at mcdonalds

no buyers regret when it comes

to friendship 

you leave with a box full of empty calories

and if you're lucky

a valuable and nostalgic toy to look at

gathering dust on the shelf

you'll eventually

forget about