Friends or Strangers?
A poem for all the people no longer a part of our lives
It’s been a while Too long to say hi or how are you anymore Too uncomfortable to want to Too busy
But I do wonder occasionally and hope you are okay What are you up to? How are you doing? What’s new?
All silly questions I don’t really want to be answered Because if we passed by each other on the street or rode on the same subway car, would we even recognize each other? It’s been what, a couple of months or years? Is anything about us even the same?
It might be the nostalgia or strong alcohol talking But when do we stop being friends with someone And become strangers? When are they finally not a part of our lives?
Maybe it’s when we stop being in the same city Or when one of us decides to stop catching up Or when we enter different stages of our lives Or…
Maybe we never become strangers again If we once knew each other, does that mean we can always consider ourselves friends? Wishful thinking at best Oh, how hard it is to let friends become strangers again
