I wish it was one of those things
that stood solid and beautiful
like a bridge
to the assumed.
You never have to ask,
friendship should never
be questioned,
so I won't,
the answer lies in silence,
two years without a call,
emails never sent,
just those shitty little comments
you kicked up like disgusted dust
on Facebook.
You competitive son-of-bitch
can't be glad
for someone
you think
has outdone you -
and what the fuck
does that
really mean?
I was thinking about contacting you
when I visit,
but I don't think
I will.
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