Some stuttered away like a last heartbeat,
Some dropped away like a stone,
Some were taken, dust back to dust,
Some, with a scream: knife meeting bone.
Some I deserved; some, not so much,
Some came like fire and left me burned,
Some left the gift of a calloused heart –
And some, a lesson I needed to learn.
It’s strange how they all fell away,
Those friends of my yesterday.
But, while I ought to curse them
For their desertion,
I know I’m just as guilty as they.