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
is gone from your eyes,
and is filled with
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
but the man that I knew.
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