She can't post a thought,

Instead she silently reads

These words I pen daily.

I mean, rarely

Can she even say

What's on her heart, today.

Once recently, she sent a text reply

I did ask who she was and as to why.

I would be "disappointed" she said

She didn't know what was on my heart

Or in my head.

So I write onward, as I ought

And our feelings forever remain naught.

10/08/2007

Author's Note: I had a friend...

Posted on 10/08/2007
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