When the hearts are drifted apart,
One becomes too busy to call and chat,
When the minds are engaged with new visitors,
The formers become the old to be left as the loners,
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Lovely poem! and so true also. We love and want to be loved for our own needs. Love decreases once the expectations are not met. Not a romantic ideal but a bitter pill to swallow.
The last two lines are the golden lines of truth.-A very good poem of great content.!