Some distant time ago,

I knew you.

At first, your reputation,

heard everywhere I went.

Next came your face,

which was a constant sight.

Slowly, your personality,

beneath the exterior.

Eventually, your friendship,

which I cherished; it was near my heart.

Finally, your loyalties,

cold betrayal that tore me apart.

Now, I don't know you anymore,

you're just a stranger walking by on the street.

Keep on walking. Alone.