It's comic
To glance back
For just a moment
And see how we've all changed.
We are no longer one,
As we were for so many years.
I guess as each of us slipped a bit
It simultaneously ruined the whole.
They left when they could
He stayed, but is now succumbed in tension; the poor boy.
Others have come and gone.
But you and I, we remain.
Yet as we're only a few houses down,
We speak only on occasion.
Seeing each other even less than that.
Yet there are a few things we both have come to realize.
If us then, were to meet us now,
We'd be, all of us, disappointed in ourselves.
For what we've become,
And what we've allowed to happen, to ourselves and to each other.
When you're young you don't know hate.
Don't understand race.
Or age.
And life is easy.
But when you're older
You realize that not everyone lives that way;
Not everyone can stay on a good path,
When surrounded by such great temptations.
She found drugs,
Many held grudges.
They forgot.
And we remain.
There really is no title that I can think of that is suitable for this piece. I was thinking how my neighbors and I all used to be so close. They were my best friends. But time has taught is hate, and resistance, and the power of the unjust. And as most of them have left, the remaining hold hate, and the ones who don't, we'll they've seen time, and life.