Another e-mail,
another coffin nailed shut:
not a friend, exactly,
more another sad end
to someone from the past;
until the last acquaintance
left from honeycomb days
and ways unlearned in
maturity checks out
The circle of friends closes;
the diameter's distance
diminishes to the
dot that is you.
That curling photograph
should have black
borders, now.
Other e-mails;
other failed friendships
remembered too late;
their fate long sealed
Bill or Ken or Fred killed
by your indifference to them.
Withering then dying
on the grapevine that
you heard it through.

Comments
Alaw | July 13, 2008 - 13:33
I really like this. It's poignant and seems to capture the inevitability we face.
keleph | July 13, 2008 - 14:30
I think this is very good, a slight move into more abstract imagery for you (particularly the second stanza) and I think it works nicely.
QueenElf | July 13, 2008 - 14:40
God this makes me feel so guilty!!! And yet it's somehow invetiable.
"Left from Honeycomb days". I love that. But you know I love your work anyway.
Lisax
Caldwell | July 15, 2008 - 08:51
Love the last three lines.