inanimate and unaware
that would be the last time.
you remain unchanging
while i do nothing but change.
what does it mean that
i am envious
or maybe guilty.
holding more dust now than you hold
memories of a distant past,
teacups filled to the brim
with air, spill-
ing shared secrets,
laughter echoing through my mind.
if i listen closely i can faintly
hear them
i can almost remember
i can almost feel again
the joy,
the comfort
of my first friend.