Today, I wrote my first poem,
just to be a part of your world here, G.
Google told me you wrote poetry here,
while I was checking for your obituary.

I hoped you would recognize yourself in it,
as my heart poured under a false name.
But to have my friendship rejected again,
would only manage to bring me more shame.

You warned you often fold in on yourself,
“Quiet introspection” is what you’ve called it.
It was only after you ignored my texts,
I realized you really did just need peace and quiet.

I’m sorry I couldn’t quite understand,
that it wasn’t a rejection of me.
I couldn’t quite understand your demons,
because people always leave me, you see.

I’m scared because I no longer feel you,
after you willingly took up residence in my heart.  
Depression has taken my best friend away,
depression makes you think we should be apart.

I do hope your Thanksgiving is lovely,
please try to focus on the good, a tad.
And I’ll try to refocus my attention,
instead of dwelling on what we had.

If you never speak to me again,
If your depression takes you behind the veil,
Don’t leave this Earth without knowing,
I’ll always love you, without fail.