Friends, but not really
you, on the other side of the screen
will jump off the bridge within moments of request
will never rest, until decided to tucked in its blanket
always with gleaming and sympathetic eyes
always holding pom-poms, ready to cheer you on
an a I, but will never truly be an I
without the clouds for rains and thunders
without cracks to erupt and explode
but meet its hand with a high-five and doubt when it pouts
Copyright © Carlo Angelo Buan | Year Posted 2025
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