Drifting away.

One day at a time.

No one talks anymore.

Why?

We grow apart.

I don't understand.

At all.

One day, great friends.

Next day, barely talking.

Silence talks for us.

Cuts deep.

Leaves scars.

Eternally.

Silence is cruel.

Silence stings.

But we all live in ignorance.

No one tries to break silence's bond.

Instead we quietly and unknowingly

encourage silence.

Intolerable cruelty.

Why don't we talk?

Why must we sit here in silence?

Why, my dear old friend,

are we social drifters?

--B.M.--

dedicated to anyone who has lost a friend. anyone who had a friend they stopped talking to and they have no idea why. dedicated to the friends i used to talk to. the people who used to know me better than i knew myself.