Hi Friend,
Hi Friend,
Or, uh. . .
Maybe friend.
I only say
Maybe
Because it has been
52 days since I saw
You last.
52 days since I
Saw your smile.
Unless you count
The occasional
Zoom call for
Seminary. But
You don’t see me
On those and it’s
Not like we talk
During those
Anyway. If you
Do count those
It’s been 27 days.
I miss you, man.
In a friend (and
Totally not creepy)
Way. Did that make
It more creepy?
I’m bored.
I thought writing
To you might help
Cure my boredom.
So far, it’s working.
Just thinking about
You makes me less
Bored. Um, that
Came out wrong.
I promise I don’t
Do and say things like
That in real life but
We won’t see each other
For months anyway
So it’s more acceptable
To say these things right?
To tell people the
Things you . . . and
Now I’m rambling.
Look at that Mike,
I’ve become a rambler.
And I called you Mike.
Okay, gonna go die
In a hole now. Don’t
Worry. It’ll be a
Very nice hole, a
Very deep hole, a
Very sturdy hole.
I mean, not that
It even matter to
You the quality of
Hole I die in. Gah.
Am I making this worse?
On that (very awkward)
Note, I will stop now.
Goodbye friend,
Maybe friend.
Rylee