I don't know if this is a vent, maybe a personal one but not long, not dramatic.
There were three friends I met
maybe two years ago.
They approached me first,
and at first, I felt a little intimidated.
But the longer they stayed,
the more I trusted them.
When my heart was heavy,
they nurtured it.
And when my heart finally healed,
their presence slowly faded—
not consciously, just naturally.
Fewer replies, fewer hellos.
No more “Cheesecake.”
No more, “I love it!”
Life moves on,
and people change with it.
Someone I knew long ago said:
people are seasonal, not permanent.
The hurt stings, yes.
The last time I saw them was seven months ago.
Farewell, dear friends.
Even if we’re no longer close,
I’ll never stop thanking you
for being with me
during my toughest times.
And here I am,
holding the last thread
of a connection that has peacefully ended.