I haven't spoken to you for a while. It happens
like that, we were going to stay friends. But I
don't see you so often, so you don't get the daily
. And I don't want to hurt you
with the way
I've kept on, even though you say you'll be fine
I know you're still holding on to something that
for me. I can't help you move on, it's not
my place anymore.
You called tonight, the perfect
time for a long talk, because this night I decided to
stay home for a change.
Your job, your mother's health.
Your new car, your cats. Your failed attempts at dating
My job, my dog, my garden. My new
friends, the giddy enthusiasm I can't keep out of my voice, no matter how hard I try to tone things down.
Are you ok?
is a long silence on your end of the line,
you answer, I try not to cry.
I'm still here.