I'll remember how we made
Eye contact at the start of the year.
We walked toward one another and
Introduced ourselves pretending
We had no problems at all.

We met more friends through everyone else,
Found a table with plenty of seats,
And that became our routine of
Eating dinner as if every meal was
Thanksgiving.
Now there is no turkey, no mashed potatoes,
And I have no need to bring anything to the table.

I miss the beginning so much I would do anything
To bring back the happiness and laughter.
Heart to heart conversation were the norm
Now they don't want to be heard.
We learned later that
We all
Have problems of our own.

The end of the beginning is the stir of
Reality,
The beginning of the end is the stir of
Uncertainty.
I was sure you were my friends.
We'll see about
That.