It doesn't take many words to express how you feel.
Like a birthday card,
The message is already printed.
It's short but it means somebody cares.
But I'm not good at that sort of thing:
Talking,
Communicating.
You obviously aren't either
Since in the six months that you've been gone you haven't written once,
Not once.
I phoned you the first week,
Remember?
Your mum said you were out.
My email was continuously outgoing,
Didn't they reach you?
Are you lost somewhere?
Imprisoned on a god-forsaken island,
Are you?
Because if not,
I think I may be losing my best friend,
Because if not,
I want to know why you had to move away,
Because if not,
I'll have to start it all again,
Because if not,
I hate the thing that they called "fate".
Are you lost?
I'll come and find you straight away.
I hate to say this,
I hate your home,
I hate your life.
Before the bitterness consumes me,
Maybe you could write and say goodbye,
And Happy Birthday.
