On Friendship

To the universal friend that we've all had, one time or another:

What's left when friends disappoint us?

We could talk about anything, that whole group of us, spend hours together doing everything, being utterly crappy together...and still have something to talk about the next day.
How did we go from that to nothing?

It's disappointing to see friendships disintegrate into nothing. Does it really mean so little now?

Now, when I hear from you, it surprises me. And then it makes me sad that I'm surprised.
When we talk, I wonder if maybe it's time to bridge the gap.
But, no. It's just wishful thinking on my part.

After a while, I've become so numb that I just give up.

I don't really think about you anymore. Did you know that?
But you call suddenly, and it reminds me all over again of how it used to be, and how it's empty spaces between us now.

It used to be that I would get annoyed.
I don't even know when it got to the point that annoyance no longer surfaced, only a weariness I never would have associated with you all that time ago.

So. I guess I'm here to say I'm finally done.
I'm done holding onto the shadow that was once our friendship.
I'll talk to you if you call, but I'll always know that it won't mean anything.
Not anymore.

I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier, to be apart
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in another town
- Keane, "We Might As Well Be Strangers"