This City

All My Friends

“Where are your friends tonight?”

I switched schools. I overreacted. I was selfish. He moved. She lied. We split up. I didn’t have enough time.

…that’s how it starts.

We saw each other less. We stopped speaking. I hurt him. I didn’t call him. I quit. We argued more. There just wasn’t enough time.

…and so it starts.

We stopped hanging out. We ignored each other completely. I made him hate me. I ignored his calls. I gave up. We fell to pieces. There was never be enough time.

…it falls apart.

I miss him. I fucked up. We’re better now. He’s still trying. I will never come back. I will always crawl back. I’ll find the time.

…to tell the truth.

“If I could see all my friends tonight—”