He cuts me like a knife
And he doesn't even know.
Sitting at the end
Of a flickering,
Fading connection
Of LED lights
And wires and invisible wi-fi lines
And even cellular tracks,
Is a relationship I don't understand.
One day I'll kick down the door of his room,
Throw a box of Earl Grey at his face,
And tell him I don't comprehend
But a little effort on his part
Would tell me I'm his friend.
Perhaps I should cut my losses,
And hie to those
That show me they care.
But he was kind
The times he acted as my friend.
And I'm no quitter,
Even if I was never ahead.
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