Lost Friends: Poem by Alex Jones

It's almost a year and you're still in the obliette of your blue funk. Do you think you have been thrown in that pit of misery and forgotten? I don't forget you, in spite of your assurances 'yes we will always be friends' or ' I'm not ghosting you, it isn't anything personal. I'm just in a funk right now'. It seems we might have changed places. I'm in the obliette. Not ghosted, not taking it personally, simply thrown into the pit where people are forgotten. Obliette, a place of forgetting, a place for the forgotten. Not ghosted, nothing personal, simply forgotten. Friends come, friends go, friends are forgotten.