Some friends are for a reason, some are for a lifetime, and a beautiful select group are friends for a lifetime.
The inspiration for this poem came from thinking about the times in my life when my life has taken an unexpected turn. Friends I thought would help me weather any season, proved themselves to be more interested in finding comfortable prevailing winds.
What happens (when the seasons change)
Friends fall away
like leaves released
by an unexpected gust
on an unassuming afternoon.
At first their absence
feels like a sting
felt just behind the heart.
And then,
even that loss dulls and fades
by morning's light.
Such leaves don't look back,
and if they did,
they would find branches
grown unfamiliar through
the seasons they didn't see.
Angele Toomey Poetry 
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