I see how hard you are working not to see me or speak with me.
Safety in numbers is the only way you sort of stay nearby.
Don’t think that I’m so busy that I didn’t notice losing my best friend.
I noticed it, but I choose to quietly drown in this sorrow and not fight.
Don’t believe that I don’t know how you look at me when I am not looking,
or how you linger by my building when you think I’m going to enter or leave.
I sense you within a block or two,
but I won’t give you the satisfaction to acknowledge your presence.
I want to yell, kick, and scream, but all that would not give me you in return.
The hardest thing in the world is to let you go and give you your freedom to choose.
You are free to stay in my life or free to leave, but you can’t have it both ways.
You are free to choose.
Choose quickly and choose wisely.
You are free to choose.
6/30/2011 – 4/23/2015
