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.