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Fair Weather Friend
A Poem
i see her from a faraway glimpse,
and it’s like i’m twelve again
hanging up the phone
only to lose touch
does she remember?
does she even care?
i was that fair weather friend
who couldn’t take the cloudy days
because my own storms were too wild
for me to take and tame and try to wield
it’s still a scar
how she laid out her cards
by telling everyone we knew
how bad of a friend i was to her
and prayers
didn’t make any difference
because the problem was me, me, me
as i ghosted before anyone even knew the word
maybe it’s karma
that i still can’t keep friends
because i linger in silence too often
and wish on stars that are just out of reach
the girl at school,
the girl down the street,
the girl who stood in the library —
oh, they became my phantoms in time
