12.7.17

now they're tossing back
the famous blue drinks
with my replacement.
She can't handle them like I could.
I could hear them from two rooms away.
I wish I were in there.
I miss it.
It was the kind of different that I enjoyed,
the fun that I never experienced in high school.
This was the adventure I sought at college
and didn't expect to receive.
Now things have come crashing down
for reasons unknown to me.
They dropped me.
I've been stranded without a trace.
It's like I never existed.
But they're haunting my memory,
they're haunting my life,
I can't pass by either of their doors
anymore without having the desperation to look in.
I can't just knock on their doors and enter, catch up with them,
snuggle in their beds,
a mixed drink in hand,
ready for the night to begin.
That's in the past now.
Now they're two rooms away,
with familiar songs blaring,
familiar drinks being mixed up.
The only thing missing in this
familiarity
is me.