The Snake-Like Branches of Us

I've visited an old friend today.
Not directly, indirectly.
Her words are deep and her thoughts are too.
I wish I could have been a part, maybe even in just one
of the memories she wrote on.
But, time has morphed us into different people.
People who have the potential to be good friends,
but just can't.
This saddens me. Saddens me to my very core.
But, she's not here. And I'm not either.
She's far away, and thinking of her only makes me feel farther away.
So, life goes on.
The efforts I've made are fruitless, trees left bare, alone.
Long, snake-like branches that remind me how dead we've become.