Poem: Another Year
On friendship
We’ve been friends for years, Then gradually, imperceptibly, We were not. I struggle with keeping in touch, Under the weight of constant stress and anxiety. My replies lag If they come at all. I wish I could bridge this gap, But my mind and hands block the way. I truly miss you. Spinning pink ring, Tapping the glowing screen, Mouth twists, Heart twinges— Another year without an invite to your birthday. Every year, I dream of celebrating mine, Yet it remains unmarked. If tomorrow held a celebration, You’d be the first I’d invite.
This is so sad and beautiful 🥺 I love all the lines and all your words and this poem that's so so gorgeous
This: "If tomorrow held a celebration,
You’d be the first I’d invite."
Painfully, maddingly beautiful, the whole poem.