Analysis of Trite saying of times…

We must really get together.
Nice our talking here old Pal.
He was walking, head slight turning
Picking up speed down the Hall.
Seven years since I last saw him.
Barely worth six minutes here.
Not a friend.
Nor ever was one.
(Social norm so artificial
Hiding hind such thin veneer.)
Where the bond
Of times affection.
Where the common perils passed?
So this phony brief engagement.
The Last.