I waited so long,
Eventually I got sick
I got sick of talking to myself.
I got sick of waiting,
I got sick of missing her.
I just started getting angry instead.
Angry.
Angry at myself
Angry for thinking
"she was so important."
Angry at her
for transforming
so
quickly
transforming into something
so unlike the
‘real'
her
that I had grown to love.
-
I wondered if i’d ever really met the
‘real’
her.
-
Friendship like a tree,
needs watering,
and she left me in drought.
Without apology,
without any sign of remorse or regret.
-
She
just
left.

N.H.