a photo of him
grinning with a friend
interrupted her afternoon
of apathetic
time wasting
doom scrolling
through
political soundbites
cartoons
status updates
announcing mostly
the mundane
and nestled between
all of
the nonsense
there he was
a snapshot
he
next to a gorgeous gal
strands of his hair
catching the wind
eyes squinted against the sun
smiling for the selfie
and she was
given the unwelcome
reminder
of
the lost friendship
the absence of
being seen
to the depths
of her core
by someone
once considered
Real and
True
making her
also feel
Real and
True
she didn't linger long
the disconnect
the indifference
made this
an easy
pass
good for him,
living life...
she thought
remembering all the things
she had wanted to do
to explore
to discover
to talk over
to dream about
with him
she kept swiping
through
knowing
they only loved
the idealized
versions they had created
of each other
and that
made it
oh
not so bad
but damn
if losing his companionship
as a confidante
didn't still
Sting
something Fierce
But Otherwise Fine 