Friend Of A Friend

Picture it,

June 2012

A girl experiences a trauma

Her phone explodes

With more "I'm sorry's"

Than she can count

And one

"You dont now me, but..."

That would hold the sharp,

Shattered pieces

Of her

As she mourned

High school is hard enough

But they,

They sheltered her

With midnight mini van taco bell runs,

Texting and teamspeak,

Anime binges,

And 4 a.m. minecraft sessions.

Fast forward a decade

And then some.

Their bad,

Sometimes selfish teenage decisions

Transitioned

To deep adult conversations and consolations

Of shitty jobs and failed romances.

Its been a while

Since she saw them

Face to face.

It's okay, the space.

They're both busy now

With life, families, and tragedies.

But still make moments to

Check in, chat, or cry.

Whatever the other needs.