A letter to my best friend. I confess openly my sins For a bad friend I have been Time and (time) again I refuse to be open For to be open is a choice not reflex I aim not at anyone, but hit you if I do, I intend not to miss You could tag me crazy but i write that which my heart says Catch up on lost time I'd like us to Perhaps friendship is not a thing but I could learn if only you would be willing For a bad friend I have been lately-lacking a spirit to "miss". I'd wager you teach me what it means to miss and perhaps a changed man I will be Help bring back my humanity For I choose to be alone no more Toodles.