My friend stares back at me
Face reflecting soft lighting
Yet somehow looking aghast
As if my words or actions somehow upset
“I know you aren’t thinking clearly”, I say
“Not thinking at all, even.”
Somehow, they don’t seem offended
They just continue that hard-edged stare
I touch their face, considering their worth
Nuzzle them, but they still feel standoffish
Cold, even
There’s no embrace coming
If they’re not going to help me right now
If they have nothing to say to me
Then I must be done with them for a time
Surprising myself with my own disappointment
I toss them back where they came from
Slamming the drawer shut behind them
Unsatisfied, I continue trembling inside
At this slowly increasing intensity
I know this familiar tension will continue building
If I’m lucky, the dam will break open soon
The flood will wash over me
Leaving me dried out and exhausted
If I’m not, some small harm will be done
Just so that the wheel can turn again
January 21, 2025
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