Friendship Dissolves

Mountains of snow, with colder snow underneath. We all have phones in our pockets. I set a timer to the last time we talked. Left it all in the snow. A river is where we used to hang out. Is now just a river with fish, and not us. The fish wonder where we went. They head south. The tire swing was taken over by wasps. Whispering wasps which are disagreeable. Stinging, and buzzing. We had an argument here, before that tree was overwhelmed with those wasps. Mountains of old texts. We have newer and newer phones over the years. Delete them, or don’t. The mountain will grow. Colder snow and river canoes. Friendships which left scattered clues. An argument which was like a wasp in a tree. We took different paths, which were almost free… Until I reached the toll booth. And he asked for five dollars and the truth. Give money to make the old road disappear. Delete that last text with a tear.