I haven’t spoken to you in weeks. I miss the way you laugh; I miss the sound of your voice. I wonder how you are doing; I wonder how you have been.

Your face is etched in my mind, and it hasn’t been seen lately. I want to know why you are so distant. I want to know why you have forsaken me. I want to know when I will see you again.

Your coolness escapes me. Your rudeness is hurtful. Your absence is painful. We are friends yet I feel no warmth from basking in your presence.

I am not without blame. I too could call. I could be persistent. I could do more. I don’t because I don’t know how you feel. Do you want me around? Am I the fool that you tolerate, the jester that amuses you?

I guess I will never know until…
contact.