just friends

you miss the old
days when you knew nothing
about people
and what you did
know, if it was juicy,
was passed over
the fence in the backyard
or overheard
in a local bar.
now, the second anyone
takes a step,
you know. they post
their troubles and ills
online, for
everyone to follow.
they cut a vein
and dip their pens
in red ink
to put it all on
their poetry blog,
like me.
you liked people better
back then, not
knowing everything
they were thinking,
their personal lives,
when you were just
casual, almost
mysterious friends.