Everyday Decay

What happened? There’s not much to say.
A bond gets stretched. It frays. It breaks.
We were so far apart, and moving, if at all,
Not any closer. Once she found a job she
Wanted, my attentions mattered less,
And someone she had known before
Appeared again, okay and nearer.
I no longer hear from her. Her sister
Said she’s getting married to that
Nearer, okay guy. I’m sure I’ll get
An invitation, but I doubt I’ll go.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-08 at 01:13

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is an age old tale, but well told in your poem. The last line added pathos I feel. Bravo! Blessings, Allen