Upon reflection of
those who have left
the quality of people
is astounding
The Canadian
baby gay
in love
or lust
a more-than-friend
with a boy
whom no one approves
all convinced
he deserves better
hassling him until death
renouncing his happiness
vanished as quickly as I did
or so it seems
phantom messages never sent
nor received
The activist
or so he calls himself
studying politics
with a minor
in being a douche bag
preaching the power of a single voice
against social injustice
and neglecting the power
held in his voice
in the demeaning tone
playing with boys
eating girls whole
and spitting out the bones
careful to work off the extra calories
hours spent at the gym
the one who meticulously plans time
can't spare a moment for a reply
too busy chasing the Canadian for a date
he will never have
The ex-girlfriend
whom I shall not boil down
for she is not worth the effort
it meant nothing
well something
but not much
a fling
a fuck buddy
in hindsight
being less than Harry
it ended quickly
muggles and wizards
refusing contact
platform 9 and 3/4 does not exist
there is no train
only baggage
The attempt
misread intentions
from a woman
too collected to be called a girl
blinded with affection
for her therapist
unable to divert her eyes
friend dates
after tears
embarrassed as hell
unable to say no
kind at first
now silent
as if we never spoke
The friend's boyfriend
whom I only met because of a man
far better than he could ever hope to be
reminding me of flaws
Those almost gone
the two
much more frightening
the people
capable of identifying
every individual in this post
those who know most
no longer dating
but will forever be close
The model
striving for perfection
regretting past relationships
burning through boys
with the nuances of the drunken vernacular
the scorning of the past tense
scorning food
hypothetical hospital beds reserved
reservations you still haven't used
reluctantly visiting me while ill
Cypress haunting you
ghosts of have been people
roaming the halls
echoing your current health
you promise you're not gone
say only a few words
but assure me
I have been missed
comforting me after hanging up
in disbelief
The has been missionary
using up all of his spare compassion
leaving only the mathematician
a botched college plan
unending love halted
leaving only a cold calculating
machine
granting me the supreme pleasure
of hearing your voice
while hospitalized
your answering machine having more
soul than your voice
the sing-song days of the musician are gone
the activist no longer fighting
the president no longer residing
of all your titles
you are my friend
until I'm not longer deluded
into changing tenses
blacking out the
memories
blacking
out
me
How cruel to not provide a word bank
I'll provide you a letter for each stanza
an A
a B
followed with a D
two J's
a M
and a S
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