Before moving away for school,
I distinctly remember saying,
"I don't want any new friends."
I spat the words out defiantly
and they hung there
like dust in sunlight.
Maybe I thought
I'd have to give up the ones I already had
or I wouldn't have enough
of myself to share.
But it turns out those were foolish,
Now I reach out and knock
the words out of the sky,
swirling them into oblivion.
The [true]friends I had before,
are still wonderfully right here.
And the [new]friends I've made
are becoming lovely pieces of my life.