My friends from way back in high school
Were such an accepting bunch
I have never really told them
How much this meant to me
That I could take my time outs
To do what I needed to
To study, to sit, to write,
To be my introvert.
One day after a couple of months
Of self imposed solitude
I’d pick up the old hand phone
And call them up to join
Whatever their latest adventure.
They’d welcome me back with open arms
Never questioning me nor quizzing
On why I left them hanging two long months ago.