you know,
something in me wishes
we were still friends.
to tell you how happy i am now,
and that my mother still doesn't
pay much attention to me, but
that things are better.
you could tell me too how life is
going for you, and id listen.
like i always did, at 4AM, when
we both knew we needed sleep.
you know,
i don't think about you often,
but tonight i did.
and something in me wishes
we were still friends.