Tag: poetry

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?