There was a time, not so long ago, I’d talk, you listened.
I was so fragile then.
Bent down like a lily in spring storms, you helped me keep the madness at bay.
Our friendship was fertile, shining like Christmas ornaments caught up in firelight.
Then our number went from two to twenty-three.
Full of scorn and innuendoes.
Uncomfortable and scratchy.
Petrous like the crinolines I wore as a child.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle # 74