Frayed Ends

By: Charlotte Shum

Do you remember,

The rope of memories that tied us together;

the strong bonds of trust and care,

that we thought would never rip.

It did not rip

that much is true.

But unravel it did;

unravel as the years went by,

unnoticed then noticed

then quickly ignored.

We relied on strands of

monochrome memories,

to even say hi.

That rot away in the present,

as memories of recent past

tie it down to hide

the flaws,

the frayed ends,

of my cherished rope.

Now not even a rope,

just a pile of pitiful fibres.

Do you remember,

The friendship we thought would never end,

now a series of frayed ends.

Two ends that were once a middle,

Two friends now not even foe;

a mere footnote of the other’s story.