My friend died.
I kept saying I would call her.
I didn’t.
She died.
All the untouched days
Those memories of her
Skirted around the peripheral
Peeking
I didn’t
Hold the barrel to catch
her laughter
I didn’t
pause to watch the sun
shimmer on her silver hair
I didn’t
clasp the stories of our youth to my breast
I didn’t
help her brush through her spousal’s grief
I didn’t
Try to make amends.