830. Derailed

A part of my life
Derailed
And a friend
I thought
Was dear
Stopped all
Communication
And completely
Dropped
Support for
Our friendship
He didn't want
To conduct
Or, perhaps,
Be seen near
A train on its side
That's the last time
I confide in him
Any details
Of my life
He’s a person
(Perhaps like many
With too much already
On their mind)
Who wants
Others in his life
To sort out their own
Personal hells
In quiet and
On their own time
And only returns
When you're back
On your rails


Dating, San Francisco