Lost

I’m over you

And everything that happened

Most of the time

But every now and again,

You poison my thoughts

And lash your talons into my heart

It’s been a year since we last talked

It hurts to think of all the changes I wasn’t there to witness

Do you have a girlfriend now?

Is it Grace?

I hope so.

You two were good together.

Where are you going to college?

Are you staying in state, or escaping like you wanted to?

What are you studying?

How are your goats? Your cats?

Damn. I can’t even remember their names.

I dream that one day

You ring me up

To bandage the wounds you caused me

But I want you to know

That I know now

You had your own bullet wounds to treat

It wasn’t the right time,

But I believe we are the right two.

Maybe not lovers, like I wanted,

But just friends.

I don’t know.

Maybe someday

After the wounds have scabbed over

And there’s nothing left but discolored scars

You’ll contact me.

Maybe then it will be the right time.

I hope.