An old friend of mine decided to hang things up.
But he offered no reason; one day he just disappeared.
Something he read, perhaps? Maybe one too many times?
A sad day for me; I knew him long before I ever met bionic.
Leaving in his way – quietly, not making a big issue out of his departure.
Only no one had a chance to say goodbye – not that many would even notice, I suspect.
Many thanks, old friend. If you ever decide to return, I understand that you will let me know first.