Another E-mail

Another e-mail,
another coffin nailed shut:
not a friend, exactly,
more another sad end
to someone from the past;
until the last acquaintance
left from honeycomb days
and ways unlearned in
maturity checks out

The circle of friends closes;
the diameter's distance
diminishes to the
dot that is you.
That curling photograph
should have black
borders, now.

Other e-mails;
other failed friendships
remembered too late;
their fate long sealed
Bill or Ken or Fred killed
by your indifference to them.
Withering then dying
on the grapevine that
you heard it through.