The Deep

I remember when
contemplations were made
thoughts were mulled over
but now we don’t go past the surface
We don’t ask the questions
the ones that make us wonder
We don’t ask more than “how are you”
we don’t have real intentions
just going through motions
Where did the deep go?
We are surface friends,
say hi and bye
don’t care if the other dies.
We will wonder where they are
but not care to look and find out.
You may say you care,
but I doubt
and I miss the deep.