There’s no reason for us to talk
As we discuss meteorological matters.
Our communal cup never fills up
For each time we lose touch, it shatters.
You see in me a man from before.
I see in you but a shallow shore
With a receding tide
Of our friendship folklore.
Is there nothing more?
I’ve tired of this one-sided conversation
So I’ll retire and keep myself complacent
With an assuming posture
And twiddling of thumbs
With the occasional interjection
Of terribly clever puns.