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Get Out of Your Head!
There's a friend you once had, who you've not called or written to in years.
Both your lives just diverged, you moved on, and they slipped into the past.
Sure you think it'd be nice to catch up on your passions and careers,
Your new lives, and the friends you both made since you saw each other last.
Now and then, you do wonder what they think
About you, where you've been, and what you feel.
Are you sad? Are you glad? Do you miss the connection you once had?
Are you dead? Have you shed your shared past to move on alone instead?
Is it woe? Do you know what has kept you from calling long ago?
Are you scared if you dared to write now, they might think you never cared?
You might say you're not lazy but ashamed.
If they can't tell the difference, is there one?
Both your lives just diverged, you moved on, and they slipped into the past.
Sure you think it'd be nice to catch up on your passions and careers,
Your new lives, and the friends you both made since you saw each other last.
Now and then, you do wonder what they think
About you, where you've been, and what you feel.
Are you sad? Are you glad? Do you miss the connection you once had?
Are you dead? Have you shed your shared past to move on alone instead?
Is it woe? Do you know what has kept you from calling long ago?
Are you scared if you dared to write now, they might think you never cared?
You might say you're not lazy but ashamed.
If they can't tell the difference, is there one?
Hm, this feels more like song lyrics than poetry, just because in music it's easier to smash syllables into tighter spaces to get irregular rhythms to work. The rhymes are all clean, and there's a nice uptick in the complexity for that third stanza. I do like the sentiment that people drift apart because it's easier to let them than to keep making effort that gets limited feedback. Pretty good.
I may let it burn, afraid to be spurned, or wonder if it's my turn,
Or fear that if they felt the same, they'd surely care to call my name.
And so the silence seems to stretch as lives roll out without concern,
So if in shame I cast the blame... We just declined to play the game.
Or fear that if they felt the same, they'd surely care to call my name.
And so the silence seems to stretch as lives roll out without concern,
So if in shame I cast the blame... We just declined to play the game.
As a motivational piece of writing I think this is fine. As a poem I think the critical dilemma is making the call, or being in front of making the call. There is a lot that could be condensed into that.