scrolling through

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