Sometimes, I relapse
I remember exactly just how
unhappy I am
And even in
the face of
something
beautiful,
I find myself always thinking of you... of me...
Of what we used to be or
could have been
What
we almost were
...
Don't worry, I'm fine.
I'm not sad,
left here, waiting for
you.
You have more important
things to do.
I've become what I thought I'd never be.
I've become a meaningless
nonentity.
Pick that phone honey, give me a call.
I have been waiting for you,
after all.
There's nothing I'd rather
hear you say
Than "Want to hang out on
Saturday?"
Nonetheless, that chance
seems slim
This is my
broken friendship hymn.