Michael

I had a friend once,
And his name is Michael.
Michael was a little touched,
Definitely a drunk,
And creative as hell.
But, Michael up and left me,
For a good job,
And a trip to France.
Now I do not know,
Michael anymore.

I tried to write to Michael,
But to no avail.
I would write lengthy letters,
About the problems of the world.
Michael did not answer,
And this caused consternation.
Perhaps I did not understand,
What he wanted from me.

So, today I see Michael,
And he looks the same as ever.
But,
This is not a good thing.
One thing good,
Did come of my affair.
For today I am grateful,
For what I never acquired.