the list grows

your best friend

is gone. your other friends too.
they have

left before you.
you stare at the numbers in your
phone,

next to their names.
some were lovers.

some were childhood friends.
they seem reachable

at times, as if they are still there.
sitting by the phone

awaiting your call. you can
hear their voices,

their laughter.
you are ready to console them
over love
lost

over things gone wrong.
and they are there to do the same

for you.