Someone who is an ocassional friend.
You have a fight. Its not the end.
Not worth smiles and not worth tears.
Not even secrets or confiding with fears.
'Tis not his fault, nor my own,
It's just that no-one wants to be alone.
His mind some place else and mine without care.
This friendship of convienience works out fair.
Neither of us make effort to get close.
But thats the way it goes, i s'pose.

G Brown 2002

This poem was written about a friend of mine, (who shall remain un-named) for no particular reason, i was just writing poems, and i was just outlining how some people just have friends for the sake of it. I really don't like this poem.