Calico Frost

My funny little friend

appearing at my door

day in and day out

to say hello to me.

So intelligent

yet so stupid

chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

lying on the doormat

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

I am a notebook

spiral bound

spinning down the length of the paper

twisting

turning

twirling

until I hit the bottom

and then I spin back up

the lines passing by quicker and quicker each time

Mediocre

boring

bland

drawn-out

not over yet

a story with an unfinished ending

an experience so mediocre its bad

a full life dotted with holes

gaps in my well-being

You

always

always

always

follow her around

getting into her personal space

never letting up;

yes,

I know that you two are and have been best friends since kindergarten

It was funny once

near the beginning

but I asked you guys to stop

and did you?

Heck, no

you didn't

not at all

I told you and all of your stupid friends to stop

over

and over

and over