For all your efforts of friendly small talk has left me sadly wanting for a full conversation about all your new admirations and your disgust in the world news with Al talking about the battle of the west bank. If i could pick your brain I'm sure id hear the same old save ol' palestine. You always shared those views of mine but this time you pass off the topic in sweet silence. You leave me to talk amongst my friends and you return to the table, to your boyfriend. And i excuse my awkwardness to those who had to witness this shaking sweating and the shameful way i avoid your eyes and all theirs too. I just miss the way you held my hand. Fingers crossed that that movie would never end. We'd walk down to the ocean or to the terminal with arms wide open hoping you would come back soon with frogs and drugs or a lack thereof. How could it matter? This world would be better off if you didnt get what you want all the time. You're always right and I'm not right for you. But I'll burn my bridges to get your attention. I'll skip my classes so you wonder if I'm sick or scared of moving on and maybe email me about being friends again. Lets get coffee. I know you daily drink like 5 cups lately. Theres this palestinian place around the corner. The owner writes a newspaper about his homeland. You're welcome to take one home and use it on your pet chinchilla when you're done reading about his family's fares. You're response caught me unawares you said absolutely nothing and then closed the conversation. I had more to say like sorry sorry hi how are you god i love you and your smile. I havent seen it in a while now you're so distant. You're so used to smoking my cigarettes that you ask for them from my friends. Go find your own friends and get a life in the city so i can spend my time worrying about when youll return or call me crying or just drunk dialing to get back at your boyfriend for ignoring you when you were talking about palestine.