A Friend I Should Have Lost

A friend I should have lost.

I apologized for myself

And the kind of friend I

Wasn’t all summer.

She was just grateful,

Maybe too much so,

That I say sorry now.

I got up from the floor

And sat back against

The trundle bed.

She yelled at me over and over

“Why do you hate yourself?”

Until she knew

I was too drunk to talk

And had no answer regardless.

A breeze snuck through the

Screen door and a glass,

Half full of cheap whiskey,

Broke on the cement floor.

Since I drove away from

Her house in the morning

I have only noticed the

Monotony of everything

Without her. Unsatisfied

 With one another. I

Just want to be nice to her

And she only wants to

Know why I can’t be

Nice to me.

She makes me smile

When I’m alone, only

For a second or two.

Everything

Is temporary, I just hope

It’s long enough. I had

To hear her voice late

Last Saturday.

She asked me if I was happy

And I told her I missed her.