by mickharris

i guess i am now officially at that age in my life when i can recognize when my friends teach me something important

simply by being and living


friendship when you’re young is an amorphous thing

brief and strong and an interception of crisis

a webbing of lip gloss and held hands and secrets and burning myopic youth


now it is distance, peppery with separate lives, separate spaces

but driving home that there are bonds when you read something

share laughter

and remember that there is no time when you can’t pick up the phone

or speak to each other over some impersonal digital span

that it doesn’t feel like they’re with you

with all their smells and habits and odd distinctions as discrete creatures