i suppose there
was no good time for you to
pull your stunt…but somehow it would
have made more sense if
you had pulled it in Fall … so when i left your
apartment … crumpled
leaves could accompany every betrayed breath I took … as i
stumbled out the door and away
from the guy i thought was
my best friend…
the guy who closed the door on our friendship when he grabbed me…when he groped me… and
wouldn’t let me leave his
apartment…
…
sometimes i still
miss you because
my heart remembers the
guy who was so
often there for me…who texted me
about burned toast and
fixed my car.. who in once upon a
times was…
the most sensitive guy i’d
ever known … the
one guy who
respected me…………….?
…
other
times i spin
like winter leaves as
i free fall away from
us….how…
do i convince myself our
friendship was nothing …nothing more
to you …nothing more to you than
a groping
weed … for you to
pull out so you could
plant
confusion in
Spring
PS.
you were my best friend
