It's ok if you don't understand me.

Anyway, I heart you.

Does that make me cheap?

Am I easy?

But you know I'm not asking,

and I'm not offering.

It's just care.

It doesn't cost me anything,

replaces cold-heartedness.

And so I gain something,

even when it hurts me

and you don't care.

You don't have to be my friend.

And you're probably tired of hearing

that you should consider this or that

or shouldn't.

Sometimes friendship is one-sided,

and maybe we undervalue the meaning

of one.

One can be a greater number.

It's my avocation to consider kindness also yours

whatever else might be going on,

dear cared-for one.

Why? Because I chose that truth, somehow,

and I remember choosing, but I don't

know exactly how that happens.