To You, In 2,000 Years

Former best friend, 

if somehow you were able to get  

ahold of my phone number 

and call me  

I wouldn’t know what  

to say. 

Your name still leaves a bad taste in 

my mouth every time 

I speak of you. 

Should I be angry at you for calling it quits?  

Knowing all my precious secrets?  

Keeping pieces of myself I held most dear? 

Or maybe, 

I should be content to be able to hear your voice again? 

Can we start over? 

Lets put each other back together and return the things we took without permission. 

I wish we could 

re-create new memories we both  

will forever cherish. 

Former best friend, 

if somehow we stumble across 

each other at a  

party 

I wouldn’t know what 

to do. 

I imagine if I were to hug you, your hug would feel as empty as 

birthday balloons. 

Should I be upset I can’t look into your eyes without feeling resentment? 

Why did you have to leave? 

Whenever we fought, I was always the one to apologize, even if it 

wasn't my fault. 

I bit your bullets and swallowed your knives. 

I ate your words no matter how harsh they were. 

No, I should look beyond what's behind me. Behind us. 

I should be excited to be able to see you once more. 

Can we talk again? 

Make each other smile as wide as the horizon? 

You know,  

I still remember when we used to walk home together. 

Former best friend,  

if somehow you were to  

write me a letter 

I wouldn’t know what 

to write. 

You see, you used to tell me  

I can't fix a heart ache with 

metaphors and ink on paper. 

The same way I told you that suicidal tendencies can't 

be fixed with razor blades or bullets. 

And if you ever do write me a letter I'll respond with a poem about how much I hate you. 

No matter how hard I tried to cheer you up, it just wasn't enough. 

In the end, I guess the only thing I would say 

is that I miss you 

Former best friend, 

I don’t expect you to do any of this.  

I just hope that  

if you do, one day,  

I’ll be here 

waiting for  

you.