I miss her.
My friend.
My first real friend.
Thanks for vanishing.
I thought we were close.
What did I do?
I call. You don’t.
I appreciate you trying
…oh wait…
You don’t…for no reason
at all.
I’ve done everything for you.
You’ve done NOTHING.
But still I care.
I shouldn’t.
But I do.
I don’t let go easily.
Friendship takes work.
An e-mail? Maybe a phone call
occasionally?
That would be nice.
I’ve done my part.
Go ahead.
Your turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem