Thursday, September 9, 2010

part-time

One of those days,
When I wish you were here,
Why is it that you are able
To find a best friend
In the person who is farthest away?
And the ones near by
Seem more like part-time friends?
Ignored in the halls
Of a giant red building,
Because just saying "hello"
Could make you look bad.
I miss talking to you everyday,
And I think you do too.

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