I tend to be a terrible friend.
It's nothing you've done
It's just the way I've become.
Too absorbed in my own woes
I never noticed how you needed me so.

Too wrapped up in my own
Shortcomings  I see now, though
It feels too late for amends.
I thought of you as own best friend.

Distant in more ways than one
The space between us is full of
All those things we never said.