not the first time

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As I said, I isolate. My very good friend Deanna, who I am glad to be friends with again wrote this poem about me years ago. She told me she wrote it, it was/is hard to read. Truth always is .....

Value of Friendship
two lost phone messages, a wrong assumption
who'd have known, that's all it took, a friendship to be undone...

call me vain, call me proud
I thought our worth, would not thus be shroud...

three years gone by, times, memories we've shared
all seems for naught, when emotions flared...

you believe I hurt...think you - I neglect...
when truth be known...if only you'd inspect...

life just swept me, for a spec in time..
away from you...my time was prime..

I'd never hurt one, I called my friend
with intent in my heart, I thought you'd comprehend...

I've tried and given, all that I am...
now you've written me off, as one who doesn't give a damn...

and that's so not me, I'd have thought you knew
I thought you loved me, as I loved you...

All that I ask for, with all that I am
is for your hand to reach out, tell me, we're worth it...
tell me - you give a damn...