THOSE WE KNOW

Those who we know, may all be of varied sorts

I mean in themselves, it’s as the way it is

Some were lost, some still not found, but in my thoughts

Despite any gregarious tendencies

People do sometimes over years, drift apart

As many of a certain age, lose their fizz

And the graph flattens out compared to the start

Just pleasant routine, less passionate bonding

Yet who really knows what goes on in their heart

As long as some of their brains are responding

When all that’s left is just vague recollection

Even that fades away rather than absconding

Those we know, and for whom we had affection

Familiarity can change direction