Friend of Mine
We are sorry for the past,
and I’m so sorry about us.
We were disappear,
we were leaving each other.
‘How are you?’,
a man named a friend of mine.
Someone who used to walk with,
someone who used to share.
‘How do you do?’,
hey, you there… my lovely friend I’ve leaved.
I don’t know how to be a friend.
I never know how should I be a friend.
‘What’s going on?’,
hey, you… a man called a friend of mine.
A stranger who used to come,
another time leave to go.
We were disappear leaving each other.
I don’t know how to be your friend.
I never know how to be a good friend.
Hey, you… a stranged friend of mine.
We should not be sorry…
Here I am lost in empty.
We used to dream…
We used to have…
All the pretty things now named memory.
Some left’s too old for us to keep.
I never mind where were you’ve been.
Don’t mind how it’s looks now.
Calling you as a friend…
an old friend from memory of mine.
‘What’s going on?’, hey, you…
My lovely forgotten friend.
Someone who used to walk with.
We shouldn’t feel sorry for the past,
cause I’m not sorry for all what I’ve lost.
I don’t know how should I be your friend.
I never know how could I be your good friend.
‘How are you?’, hey, you…
A friendly stranger…
stranger who come and go.
(end of July TwentyTen) drafted, revited.