My friend died in January. She was 28. I will never see her again. I still see her every day. I see a video on Instagram. She's already liked it. I see her every day. Her ghost sends me a Snapchat memory. It's us from freshman year. I see her every day. When we were 19 I thought she was the coolest person in the world. I bought all the clothes she told me to. I see them every day. I see her every day. CoStar tells me she's having a hard day today. CoStar tells me I should reach out. We hadn't spoken in a year. I missed her every day. I miss her every day. There's a photo of us on my wall. I see her every day. I miss her every day. There's a photo strip of the rest of us. I see it every day. We will never be five again. We will never be whole again. But Facebook will tell me it's her birthday. I'll see her every day. I tag her in an Instagram post and she appears in my inbox like I've sent her a message. I don't want anyone else to message me. I don't want it to be pushed down my inbox. I want to see her every day.
