straws.
I’m thinking about the friend who’s not here.
And how I text her, “Come back, this city is not the same without you. I want a big, long hug from you.”
Hanging out with another, I utter, “Can you stay a little while longer?”
Reaching for whatever little is here.
I don’t want to know what happens if I don’t.
But I don’t want to think about what happens if I ask.
When will this push and pull be over?
written 27 january 2025 at 9:31pm.