You’ll make your way along the song of
concrete wailing, and sail
that elder ship you call home
alongside another who once
could have been in your own backyard.
It’s strange to see the arranged entropy
of a life called everyday.
You see his age hewn in twain
and play with trucks beside him
driven by Power Rangers
attacked by Bentley the puppy who
always visits around two.
Yet now you know it will never be so easy
as “hello, do you like ice cream too?”
you are encouraged to greet and meet and gather
together all the faces that would have places in seats
consecutively, birthday treats.
Presents are a shell
of reeses and nutmeg
surrounding the core of the things
Now, you’re an aged cheese
spread too thinly across what was to be a fresh loaf of destiny
but we all had to take bites
have been another way, but I just wish we could have stayed and
cuddled in the wheat
when it was okay to be friends for nothing more
than a shared interest in Saturdays.
You sail on, and away
they made a song about it
and you wonder if his name was Paul
or if her name was Cheryl and she preferred Cherry.
Instead of urged to greet and be seated together
We break the tether if our eyes even meet.
You say natural
the apricorn fell from the tree
and grew to forget
the meaning of being
a budding seed
because you can’t bud
without a buddy.