The End of Innocence
Dear Michael, I sit right next to you in the car while chasms stretch out between us Whatever happened to our connection? Have we both changed so much that it has come time to let go; Was forever a promise made in naivety? I do not know this man you've become... Neither have you deigned to bother with me I miss my friend, but what I'm afraid of is the possibility that the one I loved may no longer exist.
June 2006