Friendships in college

We talked for hours on end

I even walked with her on the way home

though my feet felt like they’d collapse

with every step.

She irked me at times true enough

I forgave her every time.

Unlike a sister, a stranger, or mere acquaintance

We were friends.

Soon when graduation day

arrived

I held on to her hand

and swung it in the air

It felt like holding 

on to brass 

It used to feel like feather

Unlike a sister, an acquaintance

But not unlike a stranger.

We were friends

with an expiration date.