shows up at the gym
Tuesday night
and I wave
wondering why she is here
she hasn’t been herself lately
even quieter than
she usually is
always the bookworm
the steady presence
the voice of reason

but she looks sad
and I think that
maybe I’m a bad friend
for just noticing this

I’ve always been a little jealous of
Angie’s life
because it seems so calm and stable
no half-siblings being born
no accidents that kill mothers
not even a famous sister

but today as I see her
sitting on the bleacher
her shoulders slumped
and a forced smile on her face
I think that
I might be wrong.