Once, years ago, I had this friend.

But there were some things in her life,
She didn't want me to know,
Some thing about her life.
She did let me peek tho,
A little peek through the window.
Just enough for me to understand.
To understand why she had to go.

She was a good friend.

I don't really remember,
If she called me last year.
My mind is sometimes like a blender,
It messes up every memory; that is clear.

Was I a good friend?

My mind has been thinking,
About her and that "call".
Will it be okay for me to be texting,
Texting her, so long after that call.
Asking her to see if she wants to meet?

I don't think I was that good, at being a friend,
So is it okay for me to ask.
To ask her if she wants to have a drink,
With an old "friend".