I ask about you.

Wonder how you are?

I wonder where you are?

And if you think of me?

The truth hurts as I know,

You never ask about me.

For they say,

I am never in your thoughts.

My name never in your mouth.

I want to rage, cry and scream.

I want to shake you and show you,

What you lost.

But chances are you won’t care.

I was never important and a thought.

All I could offer was a loyal friend

But that was never enough for you.