I was reaching for my phone,
excited because I’ve just met a boy
who was kind and considerate;
down to earth and sweet;
thoughtful and intelligent;
ready to ask for your opinion –
about whether the attraction was real
or just an imagining in my head;
on what I should do
if anything at all should be done –
until I remembered
that we don’t talk anymore.
With my hand floating over my phone,
I think about all the texts that I had composed
but had never sent;
I think about all those times I dialed your number,
but didn’t call you;
I think about all the unsaid words that began to accumulate
until it became a wall of silence between us.
And I wonder, again,
if we could ever be the same
as we were before –
at a time when conversations
came as easily as sunlight;
at a time when laughter
came as naturally as moonlight.
Back to the days,
I said with certainty
that you were my best friend.
Jynx Frostbyte 