Poezja

We don't talk all that often anymore,
When we do I have nothing to say,
Rarely do I  see you in person,
When I do we hug in an awkward way.

You try so much harder than I,
To rekindle this flickering flame,
That represent our dwindling friendship,
Despite your effort,It'll never be the same.

I feel guilty of course,but what can I do,
There's a force causing this drift,
We've both changed and grown too,
There's nothing left now but to accept it.