01/22/24 Poem by Naomi Fraser

You don't seem to realize, I'm on my own
The number of friends is a narrowing slope

No one understands, No, they'll never know
How badly I've lost it. How far I might go

How beaten I'll be when you add up the whole
How the fog in my head is the only way home

Am I still your lover, or a dead end to cope
Do you still feel my arms or am I simply a ghost

Please don't forget me, when I'm left on the floor
01/22/11 to 01/22/24