I still dip my french fries in Strawberry milkshake at McDonald's,
and give them little hats of pink foam,
like we used to.
And I remember how you like to put Sriracha on your Butter Chicken,
I still think it's a travesty.
But it makes me smile.
When the first snow falls, I wait for a quiet moment and roll down the hill we used to play on.
I remember your face, ruddy with joy and cold,
and I look at the new lines on my hands
feeling time draw out behind me like a string.
We are both becoming old -
This was never the plan.
Yet here I am making eggs the way you like them,
wearing shoes I bought when we were friends,
reading new books.
Remembering how you always skipped to the end,
to see if it was worth reading you said.
We're not friends anymore,
but I wish you well.
I wish you cold, crisp pillows on hot nights,
and finding a fiver in your pocket when you're skint,
and no creases in your blouses,
and no drafts in whatever houses you live in.
I wish you love.
And the kind of friendship we used to have.
And when I dip my french fries in Strawberry milkshake,
I'll leave the crispiest one for you.
Like I always used to do.
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