I haven't kept count nor figured the cost. Some depart, spouting bluster and rage, Others as quietly as the turn of a page. Many return though I couldn't say when, While the rest are never heard from again.
Some friends turn away for no reason at all.
I'm puzzled and hurt when they shun my call. Scores of friends are forever lost to me Since the systems we called ceased to be. And more than once, I've had friends die. So take a moment during your time online And be aware, though there's no outward sign. That sound you hear, that solitary crying, Might well be the sound of friendships dying.