My friend, I cherish every heartbeat.
I walk the floors listening to the sounds of my feet.
You're gone away for a couple of days.
Please come back; say you're here to stay.
I'm never invited; I'm left out.
When I ask if I can come you scream and shout.
"The answer is no there is not room"
But deep down in my heart I know you don't want to be doomed.
I wait by the phone for the next call.
Then I just get fed up and still I stand tall.
It doesn't matter I tell myself, everything is alright.
If we don't talk soon I'm afraid it might turn into a fight.
Two days later we finally get in touch.
You tell me how your weekend went not letting me talk that much.
Minutes go by they seem like hours.
Much more and our friendship will sour.
By...me Stacie Arnold
