We weren't strangers behind the screen

You were aware
Of how my hair became oily in the afternoon

And I knew
How I could play tic-tac-toe on your dry arms even in summer

But that was one year ago
One fine day we stopped talking
Don't know why....did we fight?

You were my best friend
I loved you more than any lover and yet
We don't talk anymore

And I know that I should forget and move on
That variety is the spice of life
But...
I can no longer call a person my home