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Sad poem about friends drifting apart

Isn't it sad how quickly friends drift apart?

You go from talking until 2:00 a.m.

to talking for two hours a day,

to talking two times a day,

to talking two minutes a day,

to never talking again.

There's no heartfelt goodbyes,

no words to break it off.

One of you just stops trying,

stops replying,

stops caring.

And then you send your last message

and you never talk again.

It's not the end of a story.

It's a story that didn't have an ending,

and never will.

Author's Note

I would really like feedback.