Losing another friend is nice,
except when it isn't.
A life made more simple
by one less variable
to worry about:
Calling, visiting, emailing,
their feelings about your feelings,
your feelings about their feelings.
Yes! Everything much simpler without them...
Except you miss them.
All the time and effort
you put into knowing them.
Events co-experienced, shared memories.
Snapback!
The friend just told you
to "get help and fuck off!"
OK... but...
OK... but, well...
sigh
OK.
There is nothing more to be said.
He'll either come around one day
and apologize
(I can then forgive him or not)
or he wont.
In the end I can't control,
the openness of others,
to the voice of conscience.
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