Static

if humans were measured with amperes,

you’d be a live wire,

humming with life,

burning fervently;

as if electricity courses through your veins

and bleeds from your heart;

you are a palpitation,

you are very much alive.

i wish i was more like you.

you and i,

we were parallel opposites,

but we were a series circuit,

two resistors burning with shared ferocity,

two people living with shared trust,

holding and looking out for each other,

you always had my back

and i had yours;

there was no me without you.

but just like how electric currents short-circuit,

our friendship was short-lived.

and now all that’s left between us 

is static silence.

but i need to understand,

how were two strangers once best friends?

when did all our trust wear thin? 

if we weren’t meant to be friends,

why’d we ever begin?