While Whispers of the Past Still Sting

Though I can’t peer into minds unseen,
And words unspoken, motives clean,
I’ll craft a verse with threads of thought,
Of friendships lost, and lessons sought.

Perhaps new paths did bend and curve,
Leading them further, worlds to serve.
New faces bloomed, like flowers bright,
Filling days with different light.

Or maybe life, a rushing stream,
Swept them downstream, caught in a dream.
Obligations, duties pressed,
Leaving less time for moments blessed.

It’s hard to think a bond could wane,
But friendships, too, can feel the strain.
Distance whispers, voices dim,
And shared laughter turns a fading hymn.

But hold, dear friend, don’t let it sting,
That memories fade, like birds take wing.
For true connections, forged in soul,
Leave echoes soft, that make you whole.

And if a pang of sadness stays,
Remember friendships bloom in many ways.
New chapters start, new laughter rings,
While whispers of the past still sting.