We all have that one person we wish we still had contact with…
Letter that I should have sent
I remember when you drove me to your part
of town on that golden glossy warm July day,
when time stopped between the months of college
and the end of high school. We were young, alive.
But most importantly, we were free.
There was no smell of mechanical pencils,
old white hallways, and dirty run-down carpets
that we had to wake up to in the morning.
We finally could feel what comets and birds do-
how it feels to just go with the flow of jet streams.
Your words on that cold phone in the morning
woke me to just ask if I had some time
to just get out and walk amongst the breeze
that you’d say would make my pitch-black brown hair
look even worse, not soft or cute, but rugged.
I may have looked bad but damn were you the exact
opposite. I never got to tell you the words
you were looking to hear. You were more
beautiful that a Latina model
and more sincere than an angel’s voice.
You wanted a kiss that would have made your heart
leap over the stratosphere, feel emotions
that those movies you talked about
took four hours to portray. You wanted
someone to bring you peace instead of mercy.
It’s July again and I find myself
thinking on those deep talks and small fights
that are my fondest memories of our
friendship. I should have given you all of me
to feel what you wanted as I now drive alone.