For Reagan
Dear Reagan,
I never thought we would speak again
and now you won’t shut up.
I remember falling for you,
how we were thisclose.
I remember you falling for my best friend.
I hope you still feel the sting of each time she rejected you.
I hope you know you’re the reason we couldn’t stay friends.
I hope the guilt of making me cry keeps you up at night.
And yet, I hope you’re okay.
Not great, fantastic, or amazing.
Just okay. Okay is all I can wish for you.
It is all my anger will allow.
Six years and you reach out, for what?
To catch up? Reminisce?
I knew you for the length of a school year
and yet we agreed it felt like a lifetime.
But we were never on the same page, were we?
You liked her, I liked you. I liked him, you liked me.
Circling the drain and never falling together.
So, no. I won’t add you on Snapchat.
No, I won’t re-accept your Facebook friend request.
Sure, we can follow each other on Instagram, but stay out of my inbox.
I can’t do it all again. I won’t. Refuse to.
Until next time...
- Desirae