Who?

When the river runs dry from the blistering sun,
and the sails have torn on your boat in distress,
don't call my name because I will not come.
I was only your last resort at best.

On occasion the idea presented itself
just enough to make you want to pursue,
the person that rarely said no to your whims,
out tonight,
for a ride,
by the light of the moon.

Indeed a friendship slightly remains,
but don't count on me for a holiday card.
Break down , no doubt, its all out ...
Its no different now than it was from the start.

You wont suffer any loss,
and I wont feel any pain.
Soon you will be gone aloof,
and I wont even know your name.