We aren't friends anymore.
We're facades too afraid
to face the facts around:
forced conversations fit
from time to time fairly
acquainted, hiding frowns.
We aren't friends anymore.
We're faces from the past
facing flames from pyres
fading familial attachment
and faking familiar dances
that stand feebly for now.
We aren't friends anymore
Because you're never around.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Simply Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
