One Year

i know who you are.

you were my friend.

my pathetic companion

of one year.

three-hundred-sixty-five days.

oh, how my heart aches.

one stupid, minute year.

that is little.

what makes you think

you are worth even trash to me?

in that year, you did nothing.

never there, never cared.

you are not special.

i will not treat you better.

you are the worst of all

the friends i have had.

impudent rat.

you think you deserve good?

this single year

will always be