Friend or Foe

I was going to write an Ode to a friend in hopes of brightening her day, writing about her smile, her laughter, her naturally humorous way. But as it turned out, this friend I knew not, had hateful things to say.

The accusations and the guilt, she really had no clue, text after text filled my phone, none of which were true.

Friendships mean the world to me, an ear to listen unconditionally. No guilt. No Judgement. No ridicule. No after thoughts of being the fool.

How can you know someone for so long yet not know them at all?

The Fool 6/15/20