Poetry and All Things Alike

If Train-Wrecks Had Blue Eyes-3

You moved back from Florida in the beginning of the summer

After being gone for five years

Had that much time already passed?

I didn't know you were coming back

Not until I read the Facebook post, and asked my mom if it was true.

The first time I saw you was at my graduation

And I wanted to cry when I hugged you

But I didn't want to be a little bitch.

We didn't talk too much because you were too busy vaping

And taking care of your nephew

Who is probably the must stubborn one in the family,

Even more so than yourself.

You came to my house to send me and JJ off to college with the rest of the family,

Your dad seemed happy for once, and he talked about how him and Irene bike for five miles every day

You talked about your job, in which you were working 70 hours a week.

We didn't talk much, you just asked me to grab you a beer.

Two months later we went and got dinner together.

You told me what it was like to be an addict

And how you see all of your habits in all of your friends.

You generation lost themselves in cocaine and heroin,

All of your friends are still going down on these latest trends.

I tried to convince you that you weren't truly an addict,

But realized how wrong I was when you told me you would rather have died than break up with heroin.

When you laugh, your eyes still sparkle and you still throw your head back,

And you still love to pick berries during the summer time.

You no longer see your life as a joke, and you no longer hide your secrets from me.

So thank you for proving me wrong,

For no longer being the train-wreck that I once thought you were.

Thank you for coming back, when I thought you were gone for good,

And for leaving the zombie-like state that was the version of you that has been engraved in my mind for the past five years.

Thank you for being alive, and for giving me a reason to stop writing about you

Forever.