To Whom It May Concern Poem by Katherine Rhodes

my dear friend
where have you gone?
the man that I loved-
that look of curiosity
and intrigue
is gone from your eyes,
and is filled with
tiredness
and something I can't quite describe.
But it's not who I knew.
And I miss him-
the long talks,
and the even longer silences
of him just thinking
and me just waiting,
the fun, thoughtful man,
who cared only for others
rather than himself.

I don't know this man now,
with the sad, empty eyes,
and the less thought out actions
that make him happy for the moment
even if someone else is breaking.
But it's not me that's breaking
this time,
but the man that I knew.