Forgotten

So many friends disappear
the reason never clear
Was it my broken poetic voice
or simply their cold hard choice
Did I something wrong imply
or did their love of my words merely die
they just turned, and walked away
without even a goodbye to say

Friends are fickle
once raging rivers of praise and love
run down to not even a trickle
a wave, or a last hug

If one true friend you find, anywhere
Thank God, and pray
They won't forget you
Even if they someday, turn and walk away