They are arguing!
Pulling.
Apart.
She sees it.
Watches it.
Slides into the gap.
Slips into the blankness
Where their friendship was.
Fills it.
Folds it.
Holds on to it.
Wraps herself in it.
Expands out to form herself in it.
Waits patiently.
Loiters there in the space.
She knows.
She will be squeezed out the other side
As they hedge nearer
Mend their friendship again.
If she had to describe herself
She would use the word ‘space’.
She does not describe herself.
She sees them talking again.
Knows its time
Feels their happiness
Butt against her nothingness
Can’t imagine.
In her wildest dreams
How you come to deserve either of them.
A Tuesday Latte 