You Wrote Me Eight, I'm Writing You One
A boy who would play house, putting on my dad’s clothes,
To make me happy should be worth note.
I told you we were best friends forever,
You believed me, smiling genuinely and I noticed that freckle on your nose.
We became older, moving from the ground reaching for the sky,
Birds singing learning the can fly through the trees.
We moved from the old game of tag chanting, “Can’t Catch me!”
To the game of love, friendship, and soon we’d discover loss.
Every time my heart was broken and the thump, thump, thump slowed down
You wrote me a letter, I have eight letters in my closet,
I grew a backbone, became stronger.
I told you to pick me up one day,
You left with your mom, and a drunk driver hit your car,
A shriek from howler monkeys at the night sky,
You had broken ribs, a broken arm, and soon a broken heart.
Your mom was fighting fiercely for her life, but didn’t survive.
You blame me for everyday you’re here and she is not alive.
You wouldn’t look at me, I started writing you letters.
I waited day by day on your porch, hoping you’d see
The dark ringed bruises beneath my eyes
The trembling of my body as I placed the key in the ignition
The panic when I hear the engine roar,
I couldn’t leave the drive way, I had to walk to your front door.
