It’s hard to hate you,
And hard to love you
Because I have no idea
What you’re thinking.
No feedback.
No calls.
Messages unanswered;
Prayers likewise.
Every once in awhile
I’ll try to bring back a promise;
I’ll reassure you
(or rather myself)
that we are good friends,
that we are normal.
But I miss you.
I miss your hugs
And your confidence in me.
I long for your kisses,
But even more for your laugh.
I want to hold your hand,
Touch your heart,
Make you smile.
Be your friend, this time for real.
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