the change

I wrote this poem a few a years ago, but too often for my liking it fits another situation smh..



have you noticed the change
the living space
that grows b/w us


a space field with
unspoken words
a deafening silence


our mouths have been shut closed
hands to weak to pick up phones
or simply there's nothing left to say


Has things really changed
to the point were our friendship dwindles away
can it be to late
to change


back that is
to the good times


wanting to be w/one another
at times settling for the phone
conversations for hours
about nothing
but meaning
everything


Yet now there's this space
its growing
pushing and pushing
us father apart
slowly
yet gradually
separating us


words spoken
words left unsaid
and its those unsaid words
that need to break free
free from glued mouths
shedding light on this matter
this
change


For it continues
metamorphosing are friendship
into something
new
something
different


and I sit here
thinking
reflecting
missing
you