My BFB. My partner in crime. 

At least - once upon a time.

And when you leave, 

You just don't know 

The grief it really put me through.

But leaving really's not enough, 

Communication cut too. 

I don't know what you're feeling, 

Really feeling, through and through.

Once upon a time there was

A pair that never parted

And now it seems that all we have is

As if it never started

But hey, I miss you,

I still love you,

It hurts to see you cry

Or sorrow or anything for that matter

Since I didn't say goodbye

At least I know that you will accept me

In one form or another.

Just know I still love you, and forever

If you can let me, please, just allow me.

And as for parting words from this post, 

I just have to write in prose.

Dear BFB,

I love you girl, always will, and I am so glad I did know you. I don't know if I know you, because I know that you've changed. All I want to know is if you still want me around - I'm trying, I don't want to let go, but if you want me out, just give me the word. I miss you and our gay monkey, Peggy.

--This post was brought to you by dryness and terrible poetry.--