The Illusion of Kinship
They claim the name of "friend," a title bright,
Yet stand as distant as the stars' cold light.
Their voices, once a vibrant, clear refrain,
Now reach the ear as faint, distorted pain,
Lost, perhaps, in some far, forgotten bar.
They speak of history, of shared delight,
A woven tapestry of days gone by,
But in this stark and unforgiving now,
Only their deep, loud silence makes a vow—
A painful echo, truer than their word.
A Hollow Bond
What lingers is a hollow, empty shell,
A bond without true grace or truth to tell.
A fleeting shadow, swift to disappear,
Leaving no trace upon the heart held dear.
How dare they wear that loyal title still,
When constant absence proves against their will
A bond untrue, a pretense built on air?
Friendship's true essence is betrayed by care
And presence that they utterly withhold,
A story of detachment, stark and cold.
Unkept Promises and Letting Go
This fragile friendship rose on broken ground,
Of promises unkept, no solace found.
Aspirations whispered, never meant to bloom,
Commitments scattered to an early tomb.
A frail construction, easily swept wide
By life's small currents, or convenient tide.
The time has come for separation's plea,
A painful truth that sets the spirit free.
So cherish those whose actions speak of grace,
Whose faithful presence keeps its steady pace.
And with resolve, and self-respect's strong hand,
Let go of those who fail to understand
The burden shared, the joy, the vital art,
Required to keep a true bond in the heart.
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