Friends of The Enemy

It’s not as though you couldn’t see
How hard it was to lie.
I knew you spun your webbed deceit
All false. You can’t deny!

We once were close, like peas in pods
As best as friends could be.
But now I’m just a passing nod
A shadow you don’t see.

I listened close to all you said
And stored it all away.
I kept it for the storms ahead
For use another day!

It wait! Did you just text my phone
And try to get in touch?
Or was it just a pocket call?
I’m fretting far too much.

I guess those days of having fun
Have all but gone away.
So here I’ll sit and ramble on
And dream of nicer days.