Not Friends

Not Friends It has been longer than… a year, and you never called. Not that I thought, you would. I know you better, than you know yourself. You yelled at me, and called me names… back then. Not now. Not anymore. I guess, I was giving you, a moment. Our long years together… make that a kindness. That does not mean, I want to be hurt again. You have no depth of field. You are a weapon in motion, that wields its self upon others, asked or not. I prefer to be free, and live beyond the reach of hard ammo thrown carelessly, senselessly, at your will.