Learning Curves: A Poetry Collection

Missing

It's strange,
missing someone,
someone who's bad for you,
someone who has no place in your life.

But there was a past there.
Time's passed but memories remain.
And yes, the friendship's gone.
It should be.

They weren't good for you.
Yet for four long years, they were.
A best friend turned stranger.
Is there a thing stranger?

A person who knew your deepest self,
gone, never to know you again.
I shouldn't miss them.
Their number's no longer in my phone.

The only time I hear of them
is from their parents on Facebook.
They live in a scrapbook of my past.

The poems, the notes the gifts –
gone –
never to be rewritten or reopened (2023)