Friendship 


You’re my best friend.

We sat on friday night 

considering dinner

and joking about doing Percocet.

But we just ended up

just lying in your room

soaking in the sacred quiet

as we both basked in penitent feelings.

You’re looking back and forth

between your ceiling and your wall,

and I’m watching the clouds 

turn black outside your window.

I think to myself

that I know absolutely nothing

and that I am inadequate,

and then you look me in the eyes 

from across the room

and we move closer to each other.