Poems from IdaSchmit

I'd prefer to thank you this year.
Thank you so much for last year. I want to thank you for the tears, the subtle insults, and the ignoring, I probably took it too much to...
I still call you friend, sorry
  I can't believe I let you slip. I thought I was holding on for dear life, but I guess my fingers were too numb to notice. I can't...