I'm glad to be your friend,
here to stay awhile.
Even with time running short,
I'll set off to walk the mile.

I'm happy to stick around,
no problems here.
Conversations filling the air,
till its time to grab a beer.

Now I've been here for quite some time,
down to just me.
But you seem to be distracted,
wanting to be left free.

So i think its time i go,
you seem to be a new.
For the ones who once ran,
are more of an interest to you.