I’m crazy for even feeling anger:
You are too self-absorbed to gauge and know,
Too vain even to choose to remember
Friendship is more than a hi a hello.
It is more than passing time and learning,
So much more than love, because it has none
Of its bittersweet, poignant yearning
But has help and kindness, laughter and fun.
Friendship is clear or rather it should be,
With an openness of warmth and feeling,
Engaging in all sorts of charity,
Enabling a vital tender healing
Of wounded hearts torn by society,
Or ironically by love’s pain
And its different shades of cruelty
That tend to crop up again and again.
I wish I could understand your notion
Of no past or future just the present;
But all three make up for emotion,
Every moment gives birth to moment.
I wish you to know and soon realize
The difference between the false and true;
Most stuff that seems beautiful lies
And you need someone other than just you.