My Poetry

Sidewalks

Three people.

Only space for two on a sidewalk.

I fell behind…

The day I was voted off of that two-person island was the day I realized my friendship was over.

Why not squeeze together on that sidewalk, isn’t that what friends do?

The only choices I were given was to walk behind and feel left out, or walk next to them in the street, feeling equal, but possibly getting killed by a car.

I chose none of the above.

I chose to walk the other direction.

Completely alone, but okay…

Sidewalks: the ultimate friendship test and friendship ranker.

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