Return

[Brenda Starrr]

"Where ARE you?", I ask

As I contemplate your fate

Are you dead or alive?

Lost, but not found?

Do you even exist anymore?

I want you to return,

To answer all my questions

And let me know that you're safe.

Is that too much to ask of you?

"I'm not used to this silence"

I hear myself say it repeatedly.

What are you doing?

Where are you now?

Do you even care anymore?

I want you to return,

And let me know that you're still my friend.

[Brenda Starrr]

Bumped because the eternal responded to all of bean water's posts, burying other unread poetry underneath.

[torn asunder]

i liked this, but i'm not sure i can relate - if people don't talk to me, i figure they must have a reason, and who am i to go against that!?

seriously, tho, it can suck to lose contact with people, but then, that's why email & the phone was invented, you know!?

[Brenda Starrr]

Well, sometimes email and phone aren't the most convenient way. I'm glad to say that my friend is alive and well, though.