Dear little Miss
I see you’re still around
Despite you turning your back on me
And ages without a sound
We peacefully went our separate ways
Though you still seem to hold a grudge
Forget the fact that I was framed
You still view me like sludge
Until now you’ve never even crossed my mind
Though its abundantly clear I’ve never left yours
Was it really necessary to track me down?
To prevent contact from another source?
I had no intentions to retry
I was content to let history stay it’s course
Such a vicious attack; venom-loaded
Rest assured; your spite is duly noted
Could care less the reason, whether voluntary or goaded
Worry not, for our friendship is akin to a fresh corpse; dead and bloated.