the outgrown

to be on the receiving end of a friendship that has

passed on

is a horrible place to be,

like a product that is out of style, out of fashion &

no longer selling,

the old friend now left wondering just where it all went

is forgotten like a discarded rag doll of some spoiled child &

tossed into the green steel bin out behind the house

waiting to be hauled off into oblivion,

where all the once seemingly significant moments

have been washed away

like a sand castle on the shore

that can no longer stand against the coming crashing tide or perhaps

just the cruel reality of a world growing so much older,

taking one with it

whether they like it or not---

the outgrown stare out into the nothingness

with one less person that they can count on

one less person with whom they can share their memories with

one less person with whom they can relate &

most certainly,

one less comfortable feeling

in this world of

brief

terrible

pain,

and they have the inevitable years of age & illness to look forward to,

while the remaining people that matter in their lives

drop like flies

out of existence,

more alone than the day before,

more irrelevant than had been earlier estimated.

 

Reviews

[Krisbeta]

This is absolutely fantastic. So deep and full of significance.