I thought going to his funeral
when we were 14
& he was 15
would always occupy
the darkest,
most excruciating
space in my soul
Until her funeral,
when we were
all 16
But I was wrong,
both times
It wasn't losing
our wisest friend
to raging hormones,
****** parents
& a rope
that left the
strangest,
most mutated
bruise
And
It wasn't losing
our quirkiest friend
to striking anger,
a rainy night on
a windy road
& a sports car
that left the
deepest,
most potent
cut
It was losing you
And having this crushing
knowledge that you still
live in the town
that we grew up in,
you still light fires
in the back yard
where we used to
drink your dad's beer
and play his guitar,
you still sleep on the mattress
we used to drag down two
narrow flights of stairs
into your living room
on Saturday nights
when the stars were clear
through your sky lights,
you still drive that
Subaru outback
that's decorated in
dents & scratches
from all the times
we needed to
feel brave,
you still get the mail
at the bottom of
that dirt driveway
we scraped our knees on
every summer from
the time we were
twelve til the time
we were eighteen
And knowing that none
of that matters
The most unique agony
that's ever turned
in my stomach
is having this crushing
knowledge that
if I stretch my
arms out far enough,
I can poke you in your
puffy hazel eyes
but fearing you have
grown so cold
that my fingers
might just freeze
on contact
It's missing you
when you are so close
that I can smell
your tires burning
on the gravel
up Stone Road
but not being able
to hear your voice
the way I remember it,
all laced in
purple warmth
& yellow light
The selfish truth is,
at least I know why
Kris & Sergei
aren't with me,
at least I can tell
myself that if they
still existed on the same
earth as me at all
they'd continue to
tell me stories
sitting Indian style
across from me on
my kitchen floor
You're a rawer,
more lethal
kind of aching,
a more honest,
more dangerous
kind of void,
cause you know that
I am still right here
but it's not enough
You lost those friends too
You know how it felt
And despite all the breaking
you did for them,
you chose to **** me off
like some rotting
parasite in your
passenger's seat
I filled myself with
you for eight years
And if I could
be open with you
one last time,
I'd tell you that
I'm scared shitless
to tip myself over
and let that all
pour out
cause I don't
want to find out
that without you,
murky water
and slush
is all that's left
But like you always said,
"Let's ******* do this thing
before it gets away"