Your friendship was like your footsteps
walking next to me
in sync.

Slowly. at first imperceptible
the edges of your shoes would grow closer to mine.

We'd be lost in the everything of what we were.
our history a tapestry or wall hanging, certainly something woven.
memorializing ourselves
the art of us.

And then the side of your foot would gently kick mine aside
almost by mistake
certainly unintentional

but nevertheless i'd stumble

And you'd continue on
wondering how i could be so clumsy