You know, you often disappear lately,
You’re my friend, but it’s unfriendly.
I want to see you in the street,
I call you—you can’t meet.
Once you leave me here alone,
I won’t cry, I won’t call—
I’ll take a breath and go on.
You’re back, but I’m gone.
I have a life, new friends, I’m new.
I’m sorry, there’s no place for you.
You’re no one. Not my foe,
And not my friend. Not anymore.