Placed upon a shelf to gather dust,
and fade into the intricate paintwork.
Once so comforting and familiar
you can now barely recognise them.
Things you thought you knew about them,
secrets they once held;
are now all erased.
They hang lopsided,
like ripped out rubbed out diary pages
handwritten by a schoolgirl;
whose friends were her life.
Before life became reality,
and her bosom friends
were placed on a shelf, set aside;
for a new life to take over.
But old friends can always help you solve new problems.
Because they've always been there for you,
sitting on the dusty shelves.