Katkinn

This is not a poem. It's not even a story. This is a simple observation. Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything. I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why? Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site? Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, per