Without wings

Disappointment stirs—a feeling that was supposed to forever

be repressed, deep into foolish memories of what has been

and what has already ceased to exist. The comfortable feeling

of being sure and positive in his actions and thoughts: gone.

Gone are the simple pleasures of secrets, knowing looks,

meaningful hugs. Already replaced with piercing eyes that

search. Search for a memory of the one who is lost,

one who used to laugh and play but no longer

resembles anything similar to the kind heart

that was always open. Accusations fly

with the blissful moments of forgotten days.

Left behind, never to be airborne, are the scattered

fragments of a has-been friendship

that was once considered to be

something everlasting.