No one will know
Who you were
What you’ve been
But Me.

I know
The ***** path of excitement
Velvet skin of the seeker
Stop.

Don’t let the smoke caress your childish grin
Your torn jeans
Falling fears
Your broken heart.

You’ve been there
You’ve done this
Don’t do it again
The forgetfulness

the glimpses tell all
Sudden showings of the past
The glistening
  your eyes tell otherwise

Don’t turn too far
Don’t fall too deep
Think.

As I continue to process
who it was

I used to call my friend.