The Quondam Friend, Now a Fraud


You stand before me:
Tall, poised, identical
To the friend I’ve known
For a lifetime and more.

Down to the fluctuation
Your voice resonates,
And to the flick of the wrist
Each movement impeccable.

To the unknowing eye
You are the same:
Unchanged, unadulterated
Just maybe older.

But you are a graphic image,
Something alike in appearance
But without the substance,
The defining qualities.

You are an imposter—
Different in character,
Altered in ideals,
Something feigned and different.

Striving to be something new,
You’ve stripped away your essence,
Lost the soul that gave you life,
Leaving a shell devoid of depth.