Everything written after 2am and tagged old friend.
Her recommendation doc still says no rush. Three weeks later I still haven't written the honest paragraph.
A letter I've rewritten forty times, folded in my glovebox, taken out only at the gas pump. Tonight the handwriting didn't look like mine.
An old friend opened a candle shop. I've had a one-star review typed since Easter.
Nine years of being friends, and one hour at closing time where we weren't. We stood between our two cars and didn't use our keys.