Grief to Rest

To my dear friend of the past,
each time i thought of you,
memories of our love gone to dust
are dredged from the unknown depths
of sweet serene oblivion, thrust
rudely into my consciousness.
I mourn the intensity lost,
the warmth and caring turned to frost,
our lives once deeply intertwined,
our hearts made of the same design
torn slowly asunder by space,
by cruel time and the rat race.
I cried rivulets of bright tears
at the imperceptible death
of our friendship built over years,
and buried those sweet memories
which have become wistful remains
that cause me only endless pain.
So this is goodbye my dear friend,
for i can't bear to lose you again.