Hi
It’s just one word.
And one simple greeting.
Everyone says it,
All the time,
But why is it so special when you say it to me?
Is it because you’re my best friend?
The one I tell everything to,
Who knows every secret I have,
And treats my trust like something so fragile.
Or is it because I know now,
That you’re choosing me from your other friends?
That the feeling of loosing you to someone else,
Is fading away.
Or that in a sense,
A feeling of hope,
You want to talk to me.
It makes me sad.
I used
to mean everything to you.
But now, you’ve moved on and found new friends.
But it’s life,
And life goes on.