Popcorn

And then there were two

Best friends

Most of the time

On and off

For many years

One

running back to the other

When she probably should have let her be

Until

She realized

I think about

How yesterday was 70°F.

And how my best friend before I moved,

And is still my best friend,

Told me it was going to snow there

On Saturday.

I think about

Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,

and white paper faces with blue lines 

look down to see nothing reflected back 

but searing lights and