Priority

Slowly they fall,

like the feather through the air.

It starts off like a trickle,

ends in a stream.

What?

What has caused this?

Something that I held

close to my heart,

closer than myself.

Friends show

another

side that was not seen.

Concern goes without

returning.

Why?

Why did I?

I've learnt my lesson.

My priority lessens.

Only when I'm needed

Is when you call.

I asked you something small,

was that an order tall?

Maybe.

You may

not care anymore.

Thank you very much.

I'll now climb the sycamore...