He’d take one look at me
and see the birth of wrath,
walk through the mirror
and into my heart
He would deliver my tears, and after –
he’d convert my pain into laughter.
I thought he knew me better than anyone
Pure telepathy that friendship transcends
I thought that my crippled heart
was safe in his hands
I was wrong.
It hurt bad,
It hurt deep,
It hurt strong.
And as it happens when I am hurt,
I yelled and cursed and screamed,
acting like a King Kong
I hated him, and
I hated myself for being
a fool all along.
A few months passed.
“Why were you pissed off with me?”,
he asked.
It felt like a blow.
Did he really not know?
As he waited for my response
I thought for a moment,
feeling deeply sad.
What do I say to this, I wondered
“I must have been tripping
on our friendship…
My bad.”
Fleeting II – Photography by Cameron Sandercock