Point

At what point do you notice that I don't text

Or call you when I think that it's best

What time is good when you're not around

No words to say if you're underground

No window to see through

No door to unlock

My presence annoying

My voice tightly knot

When is a good time

To ask if I'm welcome

Not when you remember

More not than just seldom

Is this just a habit

My thoughts straight to yours

On wood we made promises

On sand we found shores

I miss making essays

On movies and men

At what point is this friendship

And not just tradition