if you think its about you,
please don't read what's coming.

and if you do read it,
pretend its a figment of your imagination
and mine.



hey friend,

i'm sorry i made you wait
for as long as you lived.
(you said each minute felt like a year)
because the alarm didn't
go off and
i just had to wash my hair
and get it dry so i could look nice
for you.

and i'm so sorry
i made you wait again
i was fifteen times four minutes
late this time but
i really couldn't find you
in the pouring rain.
and when i finally arrived,
i was trying to keep your poster dry
for you.

and then i'm sorry again
because you were there,
and waited a hundred minutes more
before leaving. though i was cold
shivering and wet in the dry mall
that smelled of lemons and 1995,
thinking and looking round
the whole time
for you.

i'm sorry
my apologies,
they (and i ) were never good enough
though i waited long enough too,
just round the corner,
for you.

(hey friend,
did it ever stop being just friends
for you?)