Friend

These five days feels like forever to me
Never once was she out of my head
I want to talk to her but my heart ache still
I should be there for her,
But now I'm keeping her waiting.
She's always around, always found.
At times in need,
As a shadow, an alter ego.
She's my soulmate, very intimate
Pleasingly familiar,
My confidante, my companion.
So what does that make me?
Do I deserve her?
Will she forgive me?
How do I start?