Friends moving on
They don’t want me around
They’d prefer not to live
With who won’t make a sound
Barely speak
But to mention
Behaviors we’d tweak
For the other
Old friend
We know so well already
Don’t want to end up
As unsteady as Freddy
For far, few between
The right words
Aren’t lost
And now seldom moreover
Our paths even cross
Anymore
Separate ways
We are going in
Hasn’t been,
Merely a phase