singing songs
tying bracelets
touching toes

laughing at everything
our feet touching
holding our phones
you fall asleep on my bed
I look over at you
I’m cramped
but I don’t wake you
your presence is wholeness
this is friendship

swing on a bench
myriad white lights
time has stopped
four friends
that cusp feeling

the one who makes me feel real
the one who makes me feel artsy
the one who makes me feel loved
the one who makes me feel mature
the one who makes me feel safe
I love y’all!