You could read my mind,
in a blink of an eye.
Oh my treasured friend,
what blessing to have you by.
I knew you once,
I knew you so well.
And then a queer moment of delusion.
We solemnly parted, without goodbye.
Your resolute indifference, my becoming blase’,
which was worse? I could never decide.
Suns kept setting, with no regrets.
Your reminiscence too, a tale gone by.
On Wednesday last,
I saw this lad.
With a cheerful smile,
he had nodded his head.
‘Who are you?
Have we ever met?’
A friend is dying. I want to help. She says she is miserable, disappointed, depressed. She does not need consolations. I don’t know how to help. So I just listen. I want her to let it out. I listen with patience. Her miseries, her troubles and things she never got.
I listen and do not realize, I’m being manipulated all the time. I listen and do not realize, she was being selfish all the time. I believed she was sensitive, but did not know, her self obsession, her lack of concern for everything and everyone, her blind eye.
I’m not sure if she ever was a friend to me anymore. I’m not sure, if I ever had a friend. My friend is dead!!