Since I don't know when.

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By Mysti •

"Since when don't you like him?" She asks, her voice full of wonder. I smile and sit there, trying to remember. "Since I don't know when" I reply, And her eyes cloud with confusion. "How can you not know? It IS your decision." It is my decision, and I should know, But I don't. I don't know how And I don't know when, because I've Never really cared. Since I don't know when Things have been different, Since I don't know when he has changed. "Since when aren't we friends?" he asks With a pout; "Since I don't know when." I reply looking down. "Don't know when? How is that possible?" "I don't know when you started changing, so I don't know when we weren't friends." I reply, walking off.

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October 16, 2005 02:54Preston

I read it and didn't think much, but after I logged off the words came back to me, and when I read it again I felt it. That's a unique reaction for me, so you must have a really good poem here. Thanks.