I am not a poet. So this isn't a poem.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally, for exactly who you are. I, unfortunately, have conditions...
Grief will remind you how fleeting life is. Won't you live?
Are we too young to be chasing forever?
We all started off chameleon-ing through life
Do you talk about yourself without mentioning me?
I'm alone in the adult world for the first time and that feeling of camaraderie- constant cheering and support from a large group of girlfriends has slowly tapered to "are you alive?" texts in between coffee runs and pap smears.
Tomorrow is her birthday. She'd have told me not to get her anything-I asked her every year and the answer was always the same. She'd have said something wise and witty and we'd have chuckled. We'd have then made plans to play in the sun. It would have been lovely.
*pours more vodka and adjusts the fan*