NPM Day 13 Are You Happy

I hate that I can't breath when I think about you.

I hate even more that I search for you.

It's been so long your name sounds foreign to me

but friendship has a lifetime warranty

When I think about you my chest tightens and my heart pounds.

My head spins with thoughts I drown.

I want to reach out but...you don't want me to.

At least that's how it seems from my point of view.

I don't care if your hair is purple, pink, or green.

Or if you have tattoos that are black, white, or something between

Everything we do, everything we are is formed by choice.

After all these years I'm glad you found your voice.

Just answer me this, are you happy?