Old Friends, Old Foes

You don’t know me anymore
And I have no spat with you.
What are these lies of the unwise
The truth you never knew.

I have no answers for your questions
Never the rightful thing to say.
If only you would hear me now
This is no game to play.

What are these words that fill my head
When you forget my name?
You think it doesn’t matter
And nothing is the same.

Remember back when no one knew
What you were inside.
Then I found you disassembled,
To me you did confide.

But sensitivity has grown
To be more than mal-adaptation.
The friend you wish you would have known
Stands in contemplation.

Walk your road in making judgments
As if you had the right.
Declare the bearer of obsessions
To cast away the fight.

Know this, I say it once,
No need for your retort.
As for where the ball stands
I believe it’s in your court.