somewhere else in the world
far away from me
and somewhere kind of close to me, too
maybe, there is a girl.
she is just like me
and there is another girl
and she is just like my best friend.
all around the whole earth
on islands where girls braid flowers into their hair
in cities where people walk too fast to catch a glimpse of a stranger smiling on a good day
different places, we exist over and over again.
there are two girls in an english pub
drunk and swearing off boys forever
until the next handsome one walks by and they change their minds.
there are two girls exactly halfway around the world
cuddled up under their blankets on the couch
talking about how they wish they were halfway around the world
laying on a towel by the sea.
there are two girls, one town over
looking at all the old pictures that document the friendship of a lifetime
and they shout jinx when they say the exact same thing
and then they laugh because they know how precious and rare it is
to have someone think just like you do.
we say they must exist
and that it’s weird,
being just like us.
i wish we could meet them, i say
and she agrees
because if they’re just like us, she says
they’d make some damn good friends.