She called from the hospital payphone. The little genius girl who wanted to be a marine biologist Now wanting to die?
I stood by the reciever, My legs snapping like elastics to the ground In an awkward embrace with the wall. That was the last time I cried. We were thirteen, then. That was four years ago.
My best friend who I could have helped, She is breathing right now but I am not with her. The death of my childhood.
When is the exact moment that a friendship dies? When did we go from childhood friends to strangers? If I had helped her, maybe spoken to her more, would she have not gone into the hospital? Would she have been happy today?