“Friends”

Friends that we are,
They tell you they care,
Yet no feelings or actions they bare,
Not a word, not a sound,
How will connections be bound?
Drop after drop, they disappear,
And years after when they reappear,
How very awkward,
We are towards,
The friends we said we care,
Perhaps this is very much the expected scare.
Troubles filled you, they run,
Only when you are a clown, they bathe under you like the sun,
Then we’ll know if we are friends,
When it ends.