Less of a man

I felt sad and lonely,

old, worn out and

somehow less of a

man than before I'd

began

To be together last

night for

companionship was like

looking at a shell of a

man: somehow still

alive and yet,
not so much

a total lack of

one might expect

from a friend who

accepted your help and now

had no gratitude

no awareness there

might be give and take (usually),
not just take

this

sounds harsh perhaps,
and yet, sadness rushed in

because his friendship

I miss

and now

I feel sad and lonely,

old, worn out and

somehow less of a

man than before I'd

began