catching a glance
at an overfull skip
moving on
© Rachel Green April 2026
To Wright
I catch an old friend on Insta
and apply for access to the pictures she posts.
It takes a day or two but I get the message
friend request accepted
and I click on her image,
look at her dog and her cat,
one or two of her but she's another person now
one I barely recognise
from the woman with whom I traded messages
once or twice an hour.
She's moved on.
Widowed, married, divorced, married
but still the same, sparkling eyes
and ready wit.
I'm tempted to message
but it's probably best I don't:
I am in her past, and she, mine
there is no need to stir the ashes of friendship
it's enough to know the world
is still graced with her presence.
© Rachel Green April 2026
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