To A Friend

Through the glass, I sit and watch,
The drops of falling rain;
And somehow thoughts of you approach,
My cloudy mind again.

I try to put them all away,
But they keep coming back;
And like the rain that's here to stay,
They constantly attack.

I wish that I could just forget,
The things you said to me;
But like the rain that's cold and wet,
Those words cut right through me.

When time has passed, and wounds have healed,
We may be friends again;
But till that day comes by our way,
I continue in pain.

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