Goodbye, friend

My back turned
you disappeared
I shrugged
unsure it even mattered
lots in common
little in interest
actually, scratch that
We often disagree
often, widely, openly
And you tolerate me
often, poorly, privately
we both grew old,
budding new arms, eyes
unable to hold
each other tightly
simply, satisfyingly
like we tried
in the beginning
of the end