can't say why, exactly
maybe some vague feeling
you let me down ...
you've changed ...
(who hasn't?)
and what does a year
or two
really mean?
does it matter now
that we worked all night
to get the engine
in your Camaro?
does it matter that we
got drunk and puked
in the trash can
in auto shop ...
25 years ago?

maybe I'm a cold
son of a bitch, man
but I see the mask you wear now
I see the ugly patchwork
of your camouflage
scattered all over Facebook

maybe it's no different
than before, but ...
well ... I'm not 18
and immortal anymore
ain't got time
for the reminiscing
and the ball breaking
the same old game
the tired charade

so I take the coward's way
and ghost you
like my last girlfriend
did to me
cuz you can't break up
with a friend
just ask Jerry Seinfeld
about that