Friends

Some of them walk a path
I will never take.

So let them go, I tell myself. No search party this time.

I know a girl who grew up
but did not grow in.
Instead she became a mirror of a woman --
a very expensive mirror, but a reflection
nonetheless.

I know a man with two.
Two lives, two women, two names.
Now he is one
sorry
fool
and I think it was an easier thing to do
than it looks.

Years go by,

people change.

One day I love you,

one day I hate you.

One day you'll remember.

I'll try to forget.