A Tangible Friend

She is a friend,

She works against me.

She doesn’t seem to care much about me.

She lingers long on my sorrow,

And flits away with my happiness.

She slowly consoles my loss,

She makes me distant from merry moments.

She exposes the limit of my existence.

I can feel her right now ticking away,

Ever so incessant,

Indifferent to my feelings,

With not even a single glance backward,

To assure me of her silent company.