A Friend

on Trivialities



how can you tell me I am needed
when that need isn't even yours?
the more I wonder but don't understand it,
the more it loses its contours.

if you wanna walk away,
walk far enough so I won't find you.
or if you'd rather choose to stay,
then take your time for me.

I tell myself that it doesn't matter,
that it's of no concern to me
whether or not I will get a chance to
find out what you see in me.

am I just a pastime that is welcome when there's nothing else to do?
or could I one day be a proper friend to you?
am I just a little fool that is funny when there's nothing else to do?
do you even care or just pretend that you do?