A Glance in My Direction

I don't know where

our friendship's gone

we've split apart

and carried on.

It ended short

without a fight

you don't believe

when I'm right.

I tell you things

you just ignore

and calling me

became a chore.

Whatever did I

do for this

our other friendship

is what I miss.

Would you ever

give us a chance

raise your brow

or take a glance?

When she's gone

and you are through

will I get

a chance with you?

This poem was written by Tracy Hass.

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