No one tells you how to think or feel,

When friends from old aren’t always to keep. 

They don’t warn you about life’s changing roads

Which bring you near and promise evermore. 

That knifelike ache when you see them again 

So common and yet no one dares to name. 

Feels hollow to say you wish them well,

Two strangers now, seeing the other’s shell. 

No one warns you about the in-between

That’s neither love nor hate, dirty nor clean. 

It’s a gaping hole where memories hide

Broken promises to be by each other’s side. 

I wish they warned me about fading friends

So I could face them, and maybe myself again.