Tell me friend, this one thing:

How does one forget

A person to whom you still owe

A rather heavy debt?

I know I'm no more counted

Among your many friends.

I don't hate what you've chosen;

I'm ready to make amends,

But you won't hear my greetings,

Nor send a short reply

To the wishes I send each year

And I still wonder why.

You know how much I cared for you:

Your time meant more than mine.

I was there for you when you needed me,

Be it to laugh, or to whine.

What more did you need from me?

What more could I do,

For you to know I care for you,

And just allow me to?

Please, I ask just this of you:

Even if it's tough,

Just tell me the reason why

I was not enough.