My Friend Blue

I wonder if everyone has a friend that gets giddy over bad news? Would I be a bad friend to regret the day that I decided to sit next to Blue? It should’ve been a clue when Blue filled in our silence with frantic scribbles in a fresh agenda, jotting down recaps of my shortcomings. Like the time where I volunteered a blush worthy response in math class. Or the time when I said ‘’have a grape day!’’ Instead of ‘’great day’’ to my neighbor who started school a week earlier than me.

Blue goes the extra mile and turns these accounts into flashcards as I spiral down the second hand embarrassment of a memory that was otherwise forgotten.

Blue only serves as a reminder of how ‘’It won’t come to an end’’ they won’t even pretend anytime we play house they shout ‘’Come on, you believe in that still?!?’’ I wish they were more like my cousin Joy, but she lives so far away. Joy only prances around on the holidays.

Blue, bears the coldest embrace Blue, sticks onto me like a frozen koala bear Blue, I want you to know I dread playing with you