20 Plus Years
By: Tyler Ross
I’m uncomfortable
at the constant
thought that I miss
my friends.
The only ones left,
they’re inside my head.
I once spoke to a woman
that told me
if someone doesn’t make
the effort
in return
after three tries,
to let up. But I
never quite
understood,
because I cared so fucking much for
those I wanted close
kept getting so far
away.
I miss when my friends
missed me.
Wanted to see me.
Life is lonely
when efforts are made in sizable
numbers,
but the number
in return
formulated this hole
into my heart. Fuck
feeling
the efforts I’ve employed
return as I feel sad,
disappointment. I
used to not care,
but as I get older I care
more to have my friends.