Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Breakup

I can’t be your friend anymore
I said
clenching my jaw which
I’m painfully learning
in some cases
is better than biting my tongue

I’m sorry, I said, though really,
at this moment, I’m not
But I can’t be your friend anymore,
because you refuse to hear me
when I say I cannot
keep storing your king size bed
in the  tiny urban apartment
that I now share
with my boyfriend
and besides 
keeping it this long
was never the deal

Now that sounds just silly
but it’s not.

Our friendship
began when our parents
would lovingly lay us down on their
king size beds in one another’s houses
so they could share dinner and laughter downstairs
and we would creep like burglars to the top of the stairs
to eavesdrop and giggle and imagine what
it’s like to
be a grown-up

The thing is
if she cannot even try to picture
what my apartment looks like right now
then she isn’t even trying
to imagine
the grown-up me

Copyright September 2012

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