June 13 2008 Poem by J.M Berger

After a while your friends stop being your friends, or people you like and hang out with
they just become people you want to see succeed, people you wish well
because you don't know if you'll succeed and you don't know when you'll see them again
most people you hate, you loathe- or you are disinterested towards
your casual acquaintances are the people you end up spending the most time with
and the people that were your close friends become memories
people who have moved on but that you wish well