Why, my friends, have you drifted away from me?
We were a flower:
I the stem,
You the petals.
Some of you rotted, 
And fell far away.
The rest detached themselves,
And left in search of something that will never be.
I know things change, 
Our little world has gone astray. 
Yet, the blame rests solely on me.
I should have known you would leave at some point,
As all petals do.