Making Friends as an Adult

As as child, making friends was easy.

Ask someone to play a game,

and then you’re best friends for life.

As an adult,

I flutter

from person to person,

small chat to conversation,

yearning for kinship.

Gathering phone numbers,

like beads on a rosary,

tethers me to have faith and hope.

But, calls go to voicemail,

texts left unread.

Everybody is too busy

to meet again.

After our one night flings

talking of afterlives, souls and,

the origins of the universe…

my heart yearns for more.

I am starved for connection.

Something deeper than talks

about the weather and woes.

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