I’m done missing people that did not stick around.
Those who volunteered to be lost & never found.
The proverbial handful proved dependable.
The rest & I…mutually expendable.
Though, sometimes, I do wonder where & how they are.
I will not go investigating; near or far.
I’m near & not at all the same as I once was.
I myself am ever changing, just as one does.
Growth serves us well & I truly hope they’ve changed too.
Of course, their core the same; but mostly someone new.
It’s a sad & stagnant choice, when nobody grows.
Bitter hearts still stiffly fighting against life’s throes.
Better, not to miss someone…Best, to just move on.
Don’t feign kinship when you see recognition’s dawn.
L.B.Stowe 