No Goodbyes

You know those friends whom you thought of as family
                                                                                         (in an instant)?

Whom you knew
                            (or thought you knew)?

Whom you were protective of
                                                (were inexplicably fond of)?

Whom you cared for
                                  (tender, trusting, loyal)?

You know
                  (just because).


You jump back startled when they grow cold.

You stare down, confused, as they mount their righteousness,

Fingers reaching deeper, boots crushing on,

Misinterpreting your unsureness as proof.

Just like that.

Their words are knives that stab

And never reach the actual mark.

Those friends hurt you the most

For they leave without saying goodbye.