We used to
call you Lilo
like the Disney character.
I guess that makes me
the Stitch...
that unraveled.
I fell apart
when you ended
our friendship.
I tumbled
out of control
into strangers' arms.
It took me years
to come to grips
with your absense.
But now, from
time to time
I still think about you.
We never spoke
the same language;
I felt like an alien.
In the 5 years
we knew each other,
you appeared to care for me.
But looking back,
I think you resented me
and I don't know why.
So when I picked a fight,
I feel like you were
relieved to lose me.
I was a burden to you,
and a weight was lifted
when I was cut off.
So I hope you are
living your best life now
without me in it.