I use to have this friend
he documented his dreams
Spoke
whispered them at night
Attempting to capture
his soul
raw and revealing
I miss him
All these people
make up what’s real
Contend
Dreams
Until the end
I use to have this friend
she giggled all the time
At the drop of a pin
she would spin
laughing
until her energy
wore thin
I miss her
All these people
make up what’s real
Playful
robust
zeal
I use to have these friends
they would feed me
Fill my belly up with bread
making me comfortable
inside their warm, clean bed
“Mi casa is su casa”
they would say
continue to play
painting all day
I miss them
All these people
make up what’s real
Warm
Friendly
Insistence
Completing my
existence
I used to have these friends
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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