A pot boiling over. The washing machine beeping that it finished. A toddlers delighted squeals running around chasing the cat.

Most nights sounded like this. The TV blaring the soundtrack to the movie Frozen, or Frozen 2. Doesn’t really matter which one. Nobody’s watching it anyway.

“How was your day?”

“Yep fine-“ I started, but was cut off by screams of a toddler who had tried to grab the cat...

Our friendship begins it’s inevitable fizzle

A platonic spark left marooned

I’m left thinking about how it could have been

Every night instead of every moon

It’s something we pondered

Something we dreamed

Something alleged but never seen

And now

Surely the door must be closed

Surely the light has been put out

Alone I sit

Alone I wonder

In the end we only regret the chances we don’t take...