Someone

It’s funny; I can never tell how much someone means to me Until they’re walking out of my life. I take everyone for granted: Write their stories But forget their presence. Praise their company But forget to thank them for it. I had best friends once. Many, actually. I had spend-the-nights, Watching-movies nights, Up-too-late-reading-shitty-magazines nights, Talking-about-boys-for-hours nights, Crying-in-an-unfamiliar-bed nights. I helped pick out someone’s outfit, And I pushed someone into a pool. I played with someone’s chinchilla Even though I was afraid to hold it, And I played truth-or-dare- Many, many, many times. With many someones. I helped someone name her cat And went over to someone’s house Even though I’d just gotten dumped by her brother And it was awkward as hell. I watched Twilight with two someones, Drove a state over to shop with two someones, Drank tea and ate whole fried apples with two someones- Got ditched by two someones. Decided I was done with all someones When I had a somebody Who cared to stick around.