Poems.

Promise.

I promise that we aren't drifting.
I've had so much on my plate the past few days.
I hope you understand that.
It may be because of him.
But I don't like talking to him every waking hour of the day, like I do you.
You're really all I have too.
Through thick and thin.
And through sass and sarcasm.
My best friend is my other half.
My my emotional helper.
My Squidney.
I won't forget about you, and I hope you don't either.
Ps. I'm still very excited for Saturday. I promise.