Future Girls

Jill was a born outsider
Didn’t dress or act like much of anyone else
I tried to sneak her into shows
But she drew too much attention to herself
She liked to speak and look loud
And met stares with a fuck you
Here I make it about me
And how I should’ve kept an eye out

Jill was running in those circles
Of those friends who die in shifts
Clearly I should’ve spoke up
But she wouldn’t’ve listened if I did
It’s a worthless melodrama
And a performative type of guilt
For me to look back now
And pretend I could’ve helped
Still she’s often in my thoughts
Maybe moreso than closer friends

It’s a loss that feels familial
I couldn’t say just why that is
Can’t offer much advice
If you’ve got a Jill in your world
Instead I’ll just go quiet
And we can all give a moment to silly girls