If I could get you to talk to me my friend, what would I say?
I know the feeling of being alone when you are not alone?
That I know how much it hurts to be rejected and cast aside?
Does misery in fact love company? Or is that only a comfort to the selfish?
I find no comfort in it and prefer to work it out on my own.
Perhaps, that is what you need the most silence and a chance to think.
I just hope you know I think of you and that I hope for your return.
That I’d never push you to confide in me, but that you have a friend.
One who would sit quietly beside you and not make any demands.
Who would wait for you to talk and would listen when you did.
I hope for all that’s best and have not a single self-interest I wish to claim.
And so I leave you to your solitude and hope you are okay.