My Friend

The girl I love but no longer recognize

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She spoke of blinding lights, alcohol, drunk men, and weed. She laughed at danger and welcomed it with glee.

I stared into her gleaming eyes and slowly tried to speak. I asked why she’d risk herself, said what she meant to me.

She did not understand — no, she dismissed my every word. “That’s not true,” she insisted.

“You b****, you’re being absurd.”

I fell silent at her cruelty, stunned by the exchange. “Was this sudden?” I wondered. “Or was she bound to change?”

I went on to feign a smile and listen as she spoke. But when she finally finished, The bond between us broke.

I texted her thereafter, made an excuse to stay away. “I am overwhelmed with work; I have no time today.”

And while I drifted further, she kept on questioning me, Asking when I’d be available, why I wouldn’t speak.

Each time, I laughed, bemused, for I’d done exactly that. But, alas, my lifelong friend had left me in the past.

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