Losing a Friend

Sometimes I imagine conversations with you.

Not the you now

But the you I knew.

The you who cared more than her stunted emotions could show.

But I think you’ve changed since the last time I saw you.

You rearranged the furniture of your chest cavity

And now I think it’s the other way around.

You care less and blame it on stunted emotional flowerbeds.

Because I don’t think I hear you laugh

Not the way you used to.

And I know you’re learning to let go all the titles people placed upon you.

But I just hope you don’t leave behind this one.

The one of friend

Of confidant

Of partner

Because I knew you before.

Knew the way you’d dodge and dive the personal things

But now you’re straight up shooting them down.

So if she still exists

The girl I met that winter

Let her know we miss her.

And I’ll keep looking at the picture by my bedside

And even if she never returns

At least I have proof she was once here.