Your calls have grown more hectic
Your greetings have become more dear
Your conversations less memorable
Your stories filled with fear
Your smile less genuine
Your serious side less coarse
Your laughter less melodic
Your lies less forced
Your walks less enjoyed
Your mind less focused
Your heart beat less constant
Your voice less noticed
Your friends less caring
Your family less there
Your life less concerning
Are you really even there?
Your memories less present
Your visits less frequent
Your love less appreciated
Your whole self less independent
Your hate less weak
Your touch less  strong
Your singing less harmonious
Your opinions more wrong
Your house less tidy
Your shoulders less tense
Your mind more messy
Your life full of stress
I wish I could help you
To hold you in my arms
I wish I could provide you with an everlasting warmth
But I know you won't listen
That you'll just pull away
And go back to living
With your heart in disarray
So with this poem I say good-bye
To you and your dreams
Because I can't keep pretending
That you life isn't bursting at the seams