Some Days I feel like telling You to stay where you are, and others I feel like asking you to come back.
I’m so tired of standing still-
and of waiting.
But even if you come back.
Our talks wouldn’t be the same, uncertainty has a certain awkwardness.
I know I’m not
the same that is-
Or certain for that matter of anything anymore.
How could I be when I was left?
Not even for someone else but just because you didn’t think I was good enough.
Freindship does not prevail, it cultivates and yours was infertile.
How could I be the same after something like that?