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i'm remembering
lying with my stomach against a big, warm rock
looking out at the caribbean sea
letting you pop my zits
and i'm thinking to myself
"this is what it means to believe you were my friend."

it's dark and muggy
and i'm hungry and stumbling around on crutches
blood rushing to my foot
and you pour me a bowl of cereal
and talk to me about siblings
and i think to myself
"this is what it means to have a moment with a friend."

i'm sitting on a couch
listening to other people's beautiful words and music
and you come up to my shins and wrap your hands around my ankles
and i scratch your ears
and i think to myself
"this is what it means to take a friend back."

and i'm letting my eyes hang heavy
ignoring my well-being
looking at old memories
wishing them new again
and thinking to myself
"i could be a better friend to you, talia."