Friends That Might Have Been


We do not share our journey with just anyone.
We pick and choose who we spend time with,
this one is too sharp edged, too negative,
that one has no spine, lacks color, or taste.
We pick who, and how, and when.

Of course, they pick us as well.
How else can you account for feeling so at home,
so close to someone you just met,
a face in the crowd, or a face in the book?
Our pockets are full of friends.

Contemplating the sun that may have been
or the moonrise that we just missed,
makes of our heart sea sponges in fresh water -
surrounded by what we think we might need,
gasping for breath nonetheless.

©2009 Christopher Reilley

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