To all the friends we lose while navigating our own journey.
Twice a month, I dream of you walking these streets,
Calling me mad and calling out my undying greed.
Strangely, that still fills me with hopeless joy
Because you turned our friendship into this cheap decoy.
We fell apart when I turned to better choices,
Pointing out your mistakes, your antithetical voices.
I wasn’t nice or fair, I admit it now, honey,
But neither were you, begging for favors and money.
My paragraphs were petty, and your love was cheap.
I hate growing up; some nights I can’t even sleep.
These paradoxes pile up on my doorstep like mail.
You’ll judge me harshly when I finally fail.
These words mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.
They might reach you, and they might really sting.
I hope you’ve moved on, I hope you remember.
I was never kind enough to let you be tender.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 