Dear Sam,
It might be time to break that old habit of yours
You still leave without saying goodbye
I understand you’re one of those ‘shy guys’
And need alcohol to free your mind.
All the hours we talked about politics and history,
I still miss that time.
Dear Seth,
You broke my heart that night in HK
When we were waiting for our cabs
You called me naïve and young
Offended and embarrassed I walked away
But you challenged all my perceptions
You made me shut up for a while
And for that I am thankful.
Dear Matt,
I consider you to be my first real love,
Our memories seem far and distant now
But I do remember your smile and comforting words
And the times when you cried your heart out
And how I held your face.
Although you ended it badly and times have changed
Every man I meet I still compare to you
Dear Simon,
I pushed you away every time you got too close
But you still followed me around like a lost puppy
And I got irritated, I was acting like a b***h
Cause your behavior only reminded me of
The insecure little girl I used to be
Please know that I never meant to hurt you in any way.
Dear Charles,
I haven’t talked to you in a while,
You have your own life, on the other side of the world
And social media was never really our thing.
But I think of you, like, all the time.
You were a brother, a best friend,
At the time when I needed them most.
And I will never forget that.
Jitske Boscha ©2012