My whole life, I’ve seen best friends
who would take a bullet for each other,
best friends who are inseparable,
best friends who drift through different circles of friends
but always find their way back to each other.

Best friends who speak in glances,
who know each other’s hearts like their own,
who, in a room full of people,
would choose each other every time.

But me?

I am the one who’s never anyone’s first choice,
The one never chosen in a room full of faces,
The one always left waiting,
Always left behind.

I am the afterthought, the spare friend,
the easily replaceable one,
the one whose presence is felt
only when everyone else is gone.

I was always an option, never a choice.

Never the first thought,
Never the last thought,
Never the thought at all.