you will never know
what it meant to me
to have
you stand there,
talk with me,
and let it be known
that you didn’t find me
unfavorable
or stupid.
I wasn’t some idiot
following you around.
i was your friend.
and that was okay.
I know that
it’s hard sometimes
being that you are
who you are
and I am
what I am.
but you don’t look at me that way
and that means something...
at least to me.