What Kind of Friend Are You

Buried in my own sorrow I do not care about you Or your problems or your family or your mother-in-law today. It is all about me right now, this second. I need nurturing this time. My ears are shutting down. I turn to the wall, showing you my back. I rarely need this kind of attention, but today it is my turn. If I don’t get a little listening, we are no longer friends. And still you yammer on, not understanding Not caring, not noticing even. What kind of a friend are you? I am going on a new friend hunt tomorrow. Today it is all about me. Tomorrow it will be about us. Them and me, but not you, my ex-best friend. The one who never listens.