Who Really Needs Who

January 1st 2018
I’m writing you now, Annika Norlin
From the remnants of a new years eve
The fog that slithers through the streets
I am trying to remember how
you made friends when you were young
What were those friendships based on
And what made them so strong?

Francisco was my first friend,
He lived round the bend in my neighborhood
He came up one day and asked “are you a turd?”
I said I was not, he said "then you’re good”
He had post traumatic memories
I didn’t have any friends
We based our friendship on our non-turdness
at the time, it just made sense

Remember the first time that we met?
that fall in New York that I want to forget
You asked if someone had a show for your band
I surprised myself when I reached out a hand
I was feeling so alone back then
vulnerable and heartbroken
Despite that people used to call my name
As i stepped off the Q train   

I joined a program where you meet refugees
To feel a bit better bout myself honestly
I met Nazir, once a week
And we ended up good friends eventually
He said “thanks for taking the time to meet, it’s really nice of you”.
And I wondered who should be thankful to who, and who really needed who.

It’s a miserable, sad and lonely life
You’re a slave to your fears and then you die
But once in a while the skin becomes thin
You stand there by the door saying “can I come in?”
I just want someone to talk to
Well maybe not just anyone
I’ve always liked what goes on in your brain
So would you like to correspond?