George and I used to be bestest of friends.
True he did get into a lot of trouble and I’d always have to bail him out.
All the times he would call me up late at night drunk needing a ride,
there was that time I had to take out my savings to pay his dealer.
Then when he ran away from the service, he of course came to my house!
I almost caught some trouble for that one, but thank god for his family name.
But I didn’t mind doing these things for him, because we were friends.
Ever since he left for the Whitehouse in 2000 life hasn’t been the same.
I still remember his last words “don’t cry, it’s only for four months.”
I didn’t even have the heart to tell him it was four... years.
I just wiped my tears and said to him "if I'm lucky, it will only be four months."
And I really meant that, he smiled and gave me a hug good bye.
But it wasn't four months, it should've been, but it wasn't.
And those four years were by far the most painful four years of my life,
but I was so sure he’d be back by now.
But now he’s staying for more. I don’t think I could handle the hurt anymore.
He hasn’t even called me once, I watch the news you know,
he’s always on vacation, I know he’s got the time.
I wish he would just take a permanent vacation,
leave office and come home to me.
I hope when he sees these he will remember what he is missing...
To anyone else that comes across this journal,
please help and get him out of office now.
Drawings by Michelle Jane Lee, recent graduate of The School of the Art Institute of Chicago
