My Fallen Friends

My Fallen Friends
By: Tyler Ross

“Come follow me,” the voices echoed down the sleek hall. I can’t keep up with you all. You’re leaving me in the back, confused, forgotten and the feeling of being insignificantly small. What ever happened to my friends? The consistent faces now expire like years worth of trends. “Please continue, you can count on us.” I’ve heard that before. What more can we discuss? “Our alliance can’t be compared.” Then, If I mattered so much, why aren’t you still there? Plagued with the fallen of friends. The disappearance never reasons or amends. My reaching out is endless. Except there isn’t another side. So I pretend and I push on in hopes to not be buried inside. “Are you coming? We want you to tag along.” See, that’s the point. You never really wanted me to belong. I will not be your social security. I will not be a temporary convenience. Time’s up! For I don’t need this. “Your loss. We are closing the door, Ross.” I can handle that with all cost. A flavor of the week or a genuine everlasting bond. It’s like choosing between warmth or the winter with less for so long. I could use greater friends. The kind to remain close. My means to an end. The door shut and I stand alone. No light. No one else home. I thank those who shield the dark. A part of my circle engaging the few sparks. But still, more will leave. No explanation will not prevent me from pushing on. Still searching for a close knit to not believe. I’ve been plagued with fallen friends. My means to an end.