When you wrote “my book of friends”
I read of those who became
Friends
for a reason, a season or a lifetime,
The ones you loved and made you laugh
The ones you loved but made you cry
The lovers who came and stayed
or just came and went
who touched your mind or body
And then just passed carelessly by
Without knowing the impact they made
The few who made you dream of what just might have been
The ones who made you frown
or worse
To think
and see the self you don’t allow others to see
in vain I searched for my name until at last i saw
but i was hoping for so much more
than a footnote
                         at the bottom
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