I Wish I Could Have Friends

I wish I could have friends. Like flowers like to have stems. Which prop them up high. I enjoy sitting at a table by the door. Where people who aren’t my friends pass by. I wish I could have friends. But if I did… I could be hit by a car. On the way to see them. So maybe having friends is dangerous. I wish I had a helmet. That could save me from being killed by circumstance. I wish I could have friends. I think I did in a past life. Now, I sit in the cafe alone. Except for my coffee, who doesn’t even like me. I wish I could have friends. Maybe someone in here does too. Or I could write weird stories on my laptop. Someone with my name got a coffee order too. That doesn’t mean much to me. I wish I could have friends. So do they. I put on my headphones. And enjoy my coffee.