Thresheld

A History of People I may Never see Again.

Bobby was my best friend in high school

back when We only wanted Love,

We both found it, and drifted apart.

It has been years, yet if I saw him today

it would seem like just yesterday

when we were getting high and skating

in a lot behind a Dunkin' Doughnuts,

throwing rocks at cars,

and laughing the way only punk teenagers laugh.

Sometimes I think of calling him, but

our lives are so seperate it seems alien

to make such a nostalgic gesture.

My first encounter with love was with a girl

who shall remain nameless,

because she broke my heart.

I don't blame her for leaving,

or ignoring me all these years

since our last encounter ended

in bloodied wrists, an attempted suicide,

and the sudden urge to work out.

She isn't someone I would like to see

given the gravity of my actions.

If we do meet again I'll tell her sorry

for that, then update this poem.

JJ has been my friend through it all.

He got molested by a family member,

which explains why he became an addict.

I remember one valentines day

he shot up in my car

just after we left Walmart

where we had used the bathroom sinks

to apply heart shaped temporary tattoos

to our faces, we laughed at the strange glances,

but I stopped returning his calls after that.

He sends me messages sometimes

that I ignore even though he got clean,

because I don't know if I can trust him

which is why he's on this list.

My dad. My model in life. My father

accompanied by his family

went to a party on valentines day

(which has become my least favorite day)

where he let down his guard around his friends

who weren't really his friends, because

they over served him a slew of alcohol

that made him black out at the top of a stair case.

I remember leaving the party to go drinking

with my friends when I should have been there.

That was the last time I saw the real him.

I may never see him again,

I guess I wont know till I die.