An Afternoon with a Friend

[staciamberdawn]

Be gentle; it's my first time (huehuehue)
...

I often reminisce about an afternoon I spent at a friend’s house.

We were so close, her and I.
We’d sit cross-legged, face to face,
and simply watch time trickle by.
We talked about everything.
I asked her how she was feeling (without fail) every day without fail seems unnecessary
and every time she’d look wistfully at me
as if to say “Look at me! Do I look like I’m okay?”
Of course, we were both in a dark place.
She used to speak of shaving her scalp and setting off
to where no-one knew her by name or face. She sounds brillant  

She wanted to be lost in a sea of strangers.

We’d discuss piercings, tattoos, and dyeing hair.
I liked red and she liked blue.
I told her that, if she wanted a tattoo,
it’s really something she should think about
because once you’ve got it it’s there. Forever.

She liked the idea of making a statement with her body. This deserves its own stanza

Later on, we’d sit together on the sofa,
her head resting against my shoulder. And I liked these moments most
because she was resting too. i love this insight into your relationship in this stanza. It's really conveying the intimacy to the reader
Her restless spirit, its love of hair dyed blue (or no hair at all) – was content. "it's" Referring to her spirit? It's not clear
She was at peace which was a rarity.
I remember trying not to breathe so I could feel
the rise and fall of her chest, and muse silently and with clarity.

She opened my eyes more than I opened hers. As does this. I feel it provides more drama

At times I often ponder on the words of my wise friend.
I wonder longingly if I could do such a thing
as to shave my head and change my name
and merely just start walking.Love this sentence
Close up my past as if it were only Reword / 'close up' doesnt quite sound right.
a book that I’d been reading.
But impulse, while attractive, is best treated cautiously.
I’m not my insightful friend.
And perception and thoughtfulness are qualities
I do not possess in abundance.

i want there to be an ending about your friend here. "She ... " To provide closure.

Overall i really enjoyed reading this. you really created her character in a captivating way for the reader.
Like i noted i was left feeling incomplete at the ending. I feel there needs to be some closure for her. Every stanza is so wrapped up in her and it concludes on you. I'm left wondering what happened to her ?