Poem #58
I’ve thought about you a lot over the past ten years.
More so recently, though, after seeing you again.
Excavating the chasms of friendship and love
from the initial chinks we made in an age past.
I have a version of you in my head.
A version of you who didn’t go to a different high school,
or who didn’t get fed up with me,
or who I didn’t reject for whatever damned childish reason
it might have been – my imaginary version of you.
Maybe this version of you exists somewhere,
in a different version of this world
with a different version of me
that loved you then and now, not just the latter.
I often wonder if we’re happy there.
Apparently, you kissed me when we were, what, seven? Eight?
Apparently, I discarded the gesture, shunned it and you;
but it means so much to me now.
I wish our bridge hadn’t burnt whilst we were still fording the river.
The ashes flowed down its currents and meet me here.
with a face a decade older,
but still with that same smile I adored.
I see you in photos posted by mutual friends,
and I try to fit myself in there with you
to see whether it would fade.
I see you in that square,
azure and assuredly tempting,
I wish I had the courage to say you still were,
because I want that so damn much.
Whatever the reason was we drifted apart,
Because I’ve thought about you a lot over the past ten years,
and I wish to God that you’ve thought about me.