without a care

it's strange when love
ends,
when friendships fade
for no other reason than
distance
and time.
a death of a different
kind.
strange how the calls once
made
over little things
are no more.
things once shared are
no longer
important.
no more laugher, or even tears.
people move on without
a care.
off to the next.
as we fade and disappear.