Lost Friends

No friends. Hunger. Take the last french fry. Again and again. A car filled with friends. I sat on the bench. Give them a wave from a car with tinted windows. It’s not them. I wanted to go to the mall with them. You can’t make them share. Not even a piece of gum. Nothing. Friends go to college. I didn’t. Friends are like lions. They only roar when they want to. I could never wear college sweatshirts or hats. I never went there. Like a car filled with friends, sharing fries. I never went there, after all.