funny how
the sands of time shift
the best laid plans
of mice and men
are oft lead astray

funny how the friendships
we cherish within the present
melt into the past
with the ease of summer
slipping into autumn
the tides changing
with the phases of the moon.

you were a stone
a rock on whom i could depend.
epitomized the ideal of friendship
life is not the romance novels
i find upon the shelf
still, i did not realize
that misconceptions
would erode the stone i thought
i could depend upon

capricious turning of the seasons

so easily led astray
the double lives we live
the faces we present
and the ones we hide away.
so easily the masks come off
the actors reveal their hand
and the play becomes a eulogy
for a friendship that once was
but is no longer.

you were a stone.
and i, a friend.
but now, the rock sinks to the bottom
the depths of an abyss
unfathomable and unsearchable
the 'what once was' meets 'that which is'
and both part ways before the sunset

to the one i once knew
so easily led astray
shift your eyes toward the horizon
as my silhouette fades from view
the hand held aloft to offer
a parting wave to you.