fallen ice cream.

how long before a new friend becomes an old friend? it's been a year, and i don't even feel like we're friends. more like enemies who admire each other's features and occasionally agree. strangers who desperately try not to bump into each other by stepping on each other's feet. we used to play with our feet before-when we were real strangers-in the spring when ice cream trucks parked along the halal carts. but if im craving ice cream now, you would have to drop yours on the floor before offering some to me. and that's okay, i don't think i want it anyway. not like this.