Why do we all drift away,
from everyone except now-friend;
old friends fading out,
like a train into a tunnel,
never to be thought of again.

Time passes in this way,
for better or worse,
and friendships pass away.

Are we akin to goldfish,
with our flawed memories,
destined to always discover,
a new castle in our fish bowl,
that was there the entire time.

Maybe the thrill of something new,
that feeling of novelty,
whether it be in friends or lovers,
is something we cherish,
in a self-destructive, and broken way.

Maybe it accounts for our failures,
in communication,
in friendship,
and in love.

Maybe fear,
and doubt,
have nothing to do with it.

well, maybe.