A Friend Or Two

I went to see a friend today.

Or two.

And I thought to myself,

“I’m going to write

A poem about this.”

But is this really even

A poem at all?

So when I got back

To my dorm room,

My living room,

My bedroom,

My kitchen,

All-in-one home,

I took out my notebook.

And wrote something

About how my mind

Has been lost.

Wrote it just like this.

And then I wrote about

How I went to see

A friend today.

And I wanted to say

That it’s like nothing changed at all.

Except

It hasn’t.