I listen and they laugh about the memories we have.
The memories of me behind the camera.
Them getting captured in a timeless image.
I sit with you but you leave.
I wanted you to stay
please stay.
You leave me for her.
My replacement, your better friend.
Hang.
Hang out with me please.
I'm busy
I'm studying.
I'm with her, sorry I can't.
We walk.
Sidewalks.
Side-walks
Sidewalks? made for a couple? yes
A shitty friend group of 3? no.
Their shoes gracing the pavement; the sidewalk.
Mine? My shoes in the grass.
Why?
Sidewalks are made for things that come in 2's
I'm 3, not 2
only her and only you.
friend group trios.
There will always be a duo.
and then a forgotten extra.
10/16/21
YOU ARE READING
Unfinshed Thoughts
PoetryPoems I write when I feel like shit Poems I write when I feel like I'm not good enough Poems I write when I can't cry tears into words.
