Lost, Fred Feldman

Friend, where have we gone?

By Frederick W Feldman

You’re reaching for the bright lights now –

Finding photo ops travelling the country.

Remember when I sat in your audience? These days

you trickle down like economics, looking

more perfect the farther you’re from me,

and now I’m just a check you don’t feel like cashing –

the accounts of our lives we won’t be rehashing.

You’re seizing opportunity; I’m partial to loyalty.

I don’t want to like your photographs if

you can’t care about my stories or poetry.

Where you are now you don’t seem to need me,

and unconditional love is not my specialty.