You never understood why I called you a friend. It's not like you were there for me.
I was never there for you either.
We're both unhappy people, I think that was our connection. We rarely spoke.
Just a slight nod when we'd catch each other out for a smoke.
I liked you though. You had a smile that was pleasant, though I knew it was fake.
It's hard to lie with bruises on your face.
I saw you at the store Friday. You walked right by, maybe you didn't notice me.
Maybe I should have iniciated the hi.
We should go out sometime but I'd never ask. Maybe some day I'll gather the nerve.
We could go to the museum on park and sixth. Who am I kidding that will never happen.
I'm the weird guy on the block. Frail with thin hair and a small ****
But my heart is big and that's what matters right?
We talked again, an awkward hi. I asked if you were alright between the sniffles of your cries.
You smiled and said yes, it's just been a long day.
With my hand on you shoulder I said its ok. I'm leaving she said, going far away.
You won't see me again I'm going today.
She was gone that night But not by car or by plane. It was an ambulance, she ended her pain.