How does one lose a best friend?
How am I supposed to rub your name
off my list
if I’d written it in pen?
Is it like cutting off a limb?
You cut it off just for the sake of it
You—who thought of everything,
who used to think circles around my thoughts—
didn’t think about my phantom pains
My nervous system is used to your presence, don’t you understand;
it reminds me every now and then.
Your face was an open book once
I could see the thoughts
dancing around beneath the surface
like that time
we waltzed in the empty basement
Why did you close it?
Now the Sun doesn’t shine through, it reflects off a hard surface.
It put a up a majestic fight
that afternoon in the park
it stained the sky with fire
in its final, desperate throes
before it went under.
I wonder
if it ever crossed your mind
to fight like that.
Or even
to just
stay