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.
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