how thin need it be?

looking through some photographs

the old kind

you keep inside a drawer

out of light

out of sight

for fear of fading

& I found some drawings

he gave me

back when we were friends

could hold a conversation two

& I was tempted to throw

much like he did me

last time our paths met

since we’d spoken the time before

shit had come to light he felt

on who I was more

& all I felt was sorrow

I’d taken him as he came

never looking for others

to confirm deny my judgement

hear stories of shame

& how thin

need friendships be?

if like old photographs

we keep them out of sight

out of light

for fear of shading

by another’s sun

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