A Little Something Extra

It’s still dead though, isn’t it? Our friendship? In this world, things die. It was alive, it was growing, it was promising, and now it’s dead, and it’s not coming back to life, not without a miracle, and I’ve been asking for one, I believe the choice to receive somehow lies with me, but something in me must be holding on to something unworthy, because I don’t receive. I want to internalize that the world is an illusion , but I still identify with my body through my pain, I’m still here, and in one stupid, lost, scared, confused moment, I killed our friendship, and you may say you forgive me or that you understand and there’s nothing to forgive, but it’s still dead, isn’t it? Do you care enough to want a miracle?