Friends Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

What comes between
Friends is time
Unravelling the bonds of
Shared escapes and tears
A call not returned
A letter unanswered
Can sometimes make
The road between them longer
Sometimes friends
Disappear into cities
Never heard thereafter
As if the sirens
They went after
Turned them into swine
Knowing no Ulysses
Would come looking for them
Sometimes what is lost
Between friends
Is not just the past
But even the fragrance
Of their dreams