Looking over the shoulder

Sad but true...so many people I called friends are now just people I used to know. Friendly strangers but nothing more. A cold smile like the one frozen for a picture. A forgotten promise of never forgetting. Can't you hear the quiet murmurs of the muses carrying those messages that were never sent...those words of apology or those I love you's that were never bespoken? Because I can. And they cut deep.