how sad when old friends simply disappear
fall off the radar that the years have honed
a different path by them or us jams signals
and contacts fall through the remaining cracks
nobody meant it to happen…it just did
just one of life’s unintentional mysteries
for try as we may there’s always the one
that got away…
An interesting prose poem, and yes, there are always gaps and meant-to-contact people. Easier now than in the past, but still. Last line of course reminds me of the fish!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alison. I hadn't thought of the fish! That made me chuckle.
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