As the café fills with youthful chatter and screechy laughter I wonder what it’d be like to have a friend.
At the billiards hip teens lovingly roast each other— their style and form bring warmth to my lonely day. Would I ever play billiards or is that game reserved for people who have friends?
I sip my strawberry tea and imagine having a good friend To unwind with storytelling and gossip
We'd drink pink martinis and be so chic in black. And we'd be loud and open. I'd be so happy That I'd never have to write poetry again.
As the fantasy fades I smile into my strawberry tea Not too pink, but plenty of sweet. This is alright. This cold drink is a friend.