mrnetgear

I look at my phone, I was the last one to send a message.

Was it something I said? something I did?

How can I know, we have never even met.

I ask from time to time when we used to talk

But you were busy, tired or something in between

 

You, like many others, just stop responding 

Like an atom in a black hole, like i never existed 

I see you sometimes from a distance

Too afraid to call out to you

You are probably better off without me

You already have friends

I don't

You have loving friends 

I don't 

Why would you need me