By Julia Galobart Milan
we’re still friends, right?
even though you don’t call me
at 2 am to talk about your worries
or dreams anymore,
and we can go days
without talking to each other,
we’re still friends, right?
even though our conversations
have gone from deep talks
to uncomfortable small talk,
and you find any excuse
to cut the conversation short,
we’re still friends, right?
even though blue is no longer
your favourite colour
and i don’t know how you take
your coffee in the morning,
or if you like coffee at all,
but we’re still friends, right?
my mom saw your picture
and told me how much you
changed,
asked me how you were,
even though i haven’t seen you
in over a year,
i lied
and told her you’re fine,
but deep down i wonder,
we’re still friends, right?
even though whenever someone asks me
who my friends are,
i hesitate for a second
before saying your name,
but we’re still friends, right?
even though i don’t live
in our town anymore,
and we don’t meet up
to study biology together
or copy each other’s homework
before class,
we’re still friends, right?
we’ve both grown up
and grown apart,
even though we promised
we’d always last.
life’s funny that way,
at least we always thought so.
and so i ask,
when the time comes
we’ll be friends again,
right?
