It has been ages since I’ve seen you…
a stranger as distant as the moon.
Your eyes say that your memory of
me is isolated too, but still we sit and
talk as if life hasn’t disrupted our
energy, as if choice hasn’t created
ill feelings, laughter comes from our
mouth unsure…you want to rekindle things.
You ask me why I haven’t
been in contact with you…well, I’ve
thought of you often, but often the
thoughts are of what has been said
and done, trust broken like a record,
20 years later and I’m still trying to remember…
you before we failed at being better
partners in crime, before the time I
watched you cry and felt nothing inside…
heartless it seems, but betrayal tends to do
those things, marriage to trust is difficult
when your mistress is bitterness, and boy
does she keep you satisfied when trust
keeps you cold at night. I needed you before
you needed me, I came to you when these
questions of sexuality lingered inside me…
you exposed my secrets like The Enquirer, yet
my loyalty is questioned like Edward Snowden.
you seem serious in your demeanor, and I laugh
at your gall, I make broken promises to call you
more. No, not anymore. A sundered stranger I shall
remain, the one friend that left you tied to my name,
and it’s okay.
Thanks for the drink.