Words Like Dust

Before moving away for school,
I distinctly remember saying,
"I don't want any new friends."

I spat the words out defiantly
and they hung there
like dust in sunlight.

Maybe I thought
I'd have to give up the ones I already had
or I wouldn't have enough
of myself to share.

But it turns out those were foolish,
foolish words.

Now I reach out and knock
the words out of the sky,
swirling them into oblivion.

The [true]friends I had before,
are still wonderfully right here.

And the [new]friends I've made
are becoming lovely pieces of my life.