I knew a girl
who had a friend
that came in many different forms.
her friend
was small
sleek and silver.
her friend helped her draw
when she was sad and frustrated
though her friend  was small and delicate,
the pictures seemed to be  
deep and detailed.
her drawings sometimes tell a story
and sometimes have patterns.
they can even say words
her friend was silver
but every picture
came out red.
some with a deeper meaning
the shades of red
differ from picture to picture
she hasn't seen her friend
in a while.
she thinks he has gone away
she said he doesn't help
draw pictures anymore
she said he doesn't help with much of
anything anymore.
"Good."
I tell her
"He wasn't much of a friend anyway."