How We Stay Friends
We don’t text all day anymore.
We send one photo, maybe two,
and trust the rest.
You still know when I’m tired.
I still know when you’re pretending
not to be.
We learned each other
in small places.
Bus rides.
Shared snacks.
Laughing too loud
when we were supposed to be quiet.
Somewhere, we stopped needing proof.
No constant updates.
No matching schedules.
Just the quiet understanding
that we’re still here.
When we meet again,
it’s easy.
Like sitting down in a chair
you once thought you lost.
We don’t hold each other tightly.
We don’t have to.
We stay
because we want to.
