Drift

I used to have a very dear friend who hated with a staggering intensity

that I couldn’t keep my earphones untangled,

They would go out of their way to detangle it for me with a certain passion,

In return, I would help fix their tangled mess of anxieties to avert a calamity,

And in this process, somehow our thoughts got entangled,

Over time, it went from being a cute exchange to simply a transaction,

I learned not to tangle my earphones when I moved away to the big city,

And my friend, from whom I’ve grown apart, probably learned how to not get tangled

in their thoughts in the very same fashion.