There is Friendship & There is This.

Sometimes, time doesn't exist

Sometimes, time dissolves—  

past, present, future  

fold into one.  

Then, now, someday  

feel as real  

as an apple in hand,  

a bite on the tongue,  

a swallow between  

tears in the break room

of a job you don't really like.

Did you know I once said,  

“I don’t know,”  

when a friend asked  

if we’d ever speak again?  

Now, I’m your Apple legacy contact—  

if you die.  

I say if,

not when,

because a world without you  

is unfathomable.

And yet—  

how many years  

was that my reality?  

My line-a-day journal—  

(the one I bought because you had it)  

reminded me:  

today’s the day.  

The day we told our versions  

of the fallout.  

How did we spend  

a whole year  

finally reunited,  

yet never name  

the elephant in the room—  

the one with the pink bow  

dressed in the weight  

of everything unsaid?  

To me, that's a friendship

of faith. Moving forward

without knowing why.

We just needed to be in

each other's lives.

Didn't talk it out—

Just open arms.

Friendship with you

like sitting on the couch

after a long, hard day.

I shouldn’t have been surprised.  

Years of devotion,  

on both sides,  

erased by a man—  

your husband, then—  

and the man-lies  

he fed us  

just to save his own skin  

for one goddamn day.  

 Grateful—

we laugh about it now.

That laughter is nourishing— 

an apple I eat every day

to keep the doctor away