the book of faces
struck again
always gets me
in them down moments
when there is nothing
left
for me to do
other than scroll
down
individually examining our "Friend" status
am I alone in this?
those heavy moments in the am
when u realize (gulp)
this person here ain't my friend
a friend to me
is one that I may not talk to
everyday
but one that when I've finished
communicating
with them
I am left with a satisfaction
that I've been heard and understood
by someone from my past or present

and not all the time
do we agree
matter of fact
it is way more
snickers (satisfying)
to go at it over a topic of the day
or perceived problem or issue
that we verbally tackle
and spiritually untangle
with our individual
or collective truth

I delete
when it is clear 2 me
that I am not needed on your list
perhaps you've outgrown me
and my brand of crazy, or authenticity
and have chosen to let my posts
on your wall
idle
and remain unreplied

I do miss our laughs
our unbridled crazy
in the face of stiffs and they i-dotting
and t-crossing

Hope that shit changes
but till it do
can't bear to fuck with indifference
from you, not you 2
maybe you'll miss my face on the scroll down
and add me back
that might comfort me
I guess
but for now
I'm gonna stand with a few true
rather than a thousand motherfuckers
who I never see
or worst
those I see alot or all the time
and am made to feel like sh*t
unwiped

King James Bible states in (1st Corinthians 14:8-9)-"..Again, If the trumpet does NOT sound a clear call, who will get ready for battle?..So it is with you."

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