Belated

Out of curiosity,
I must ask,
what have you done
since we talked last?

What have you done with your Bible,
your bracelet, your life?
What have you done with your plans,
you ways of thinking, your pride?

All your ideas...
Where have they all gone?
I know you've thrown most of them out,
but I pray that you've kept some!

What have you done with your self respect,
your love, your heart?
What have you done with your talent,
your gift, your art?

Your life...
Was it all an act?
We were supposed to be best friends.
That was an implied pact.

Now, all you seem to care about
is this monster you have created.
I feel I was left in the cold.
Here's my toast to the old you. Sorry it's belated.