A friend texted me the other day saying they didn’t want to talk, that they had “Issues to Work Through”. I didn’t hear from them for several days, so I wrote this:

There is little more disconserting
than to know someone
you care for is hurting.
So you wonder: “what have I done?”

When you think your flaws
both imagined and real,
Are the generator and the cause
of the way your friend feels.

And when they won’t reach out
to accept your warm, caring embrace,
then you wonder and doubt
if they liked you in the first place.

It’s not all about me!
That much is true!
But why won’t you let me see
how it’s all about you?

And as I sit alone in silence,
All I can wonder is where my friend went.

Dave Kuhns, 21 Jan. 2009