poem of the past.

Yesterday I got an instant message from an old friend.
Not really a friend, but one I did pretend-
That helped me breathe in times of thick
And made me well when I was sick.
That winter so cold it was hot with lies,
Imagined hateful looks from his big brown eyes.
And so there I sat yesterday in my chair,
Reading words near impossible to bear.
“Hello” “It’s been an awful long time”
Not long enough to forget your crime.
Cleaning up the mess your friend made,
Never admitting why he didn’t with me stay.
So I replied with the only words I knew how
“Hello” “It has been about a year now,
since we last spoke I suppose,”
And careful not to let my tears flow;
I continued my friendly banter for hours
And tried to forget the Sedona flowers.
The skies, the mountains, the pebbles and trees
The sight of perfection as I ever I did see
When we looked out into the valley
And the red brick trail that carried our sally.
As my thoughts of the past left me taunted
I recalled my current love who I very much wanted.
And breathed a big sigh, it’s all in the past,
Love that surreal is never meant to last.