I see two girls outside of my residence
popping the can, chugging the beer
All I hear
is laughter, a good time.

I walk alone a lot
I wonder why I don't have friends
friends like the ones I had
friends I write, but hear no response.

What happened?
Where did I go wrong,
i've been here for so long.
these relationships come and go.

I am alone  a lot,
waiting to see him or waiting for his call
but he is miles away.

I hope one day, I can find a friend again
one who will laugh at my jokes,
hold my hand,
and understand.