i found a letter today
between the plastic sleeves that contained our younger selves
when we would race our bikes down the street and
dance till we couldnt breathe.
we've both been so boy crazy,
that sometimes we left behind who we were
i hope that if you met me today,
you wouldn't be reminded of those sleeves.
that you wouldnt describe me as you did
or see that volatile kid
my pride for you comes and
goes with jealousy throes
you left me behind with these pictures and letters
that ive held on for so long
i never had hope you would come back
but i missed a friend i used to have
i'm writing you a letter today,
that you will never read
nor will i ever speak
to you
it's been three years since i told you
we shouldnt be friends anymore.
i turned my back to you in the middle of it all
who hurt you and called for you
thank you for your kindness,
for helping that little kid and letting them into your home.
im sorry for making you feel like you did.
annoying the locals and
swimming in pools,
making our puns and
i remember
your mother
made the best potato and leek soup
and those dumplings she made
in the chicken soup
still make me drool.
tim-tams remind me of you.
i hope we never see each other again,
our lines crossed and
diverged.
ill sit here and hope you live the best
while we drive different roads.
six years ago you wrote me a letter,
today i read it and wept
and turned to a friend,
and decided to burn that letter.
the towering flames will not
know you
and it will not compare
to the warmth
accompanies you