I was listening
to an old tune
that held new meaning.
When I found my muse
in a little blue
dot on my phone.
flooded into view.
how long has it been,
A year, maybe a few?
Last I heard,
You were still addicted to escape
Drowning your sorrow
in liquid courage and opiates.
Now, there’s a little icon
Suspended in the hollow,
with your face, as yet unforgotten
(a picture I myself had taken).
With an inaudible scream,
my heart nearly jumping
I read over your terrible spelling.
You said I appeared in your dream
That you still recall the feeling
we used to have before.
I decided I needed
to hear your voice once more,
for old times’ sake.
It was a mistake.
You told me you practice archery
(But how come you still miss me?)
You finally got a ferret
and you had no regrets.
We had not yet attained maturity
back then, you just wanted to party.
You still cuddle with Nemo
(how I miss that little furball!)
But your voice turned low
and I wanted to halt the call
at the mention
of your new woman.
What did I expect, that you would remain
Mine, forever wallowing in pain?
But then you explained that, despite your desire
Her spark has never matched our fire.
I whispered “because we were real”
But could not tell you how I feel.
I cannot pull you back on my string
Besides, she treats you like a king.
You asked if you could still call me a friend
for that, we would need to meet again.
For now, you must remain an apparition
Your face condemned to my imagination.
(I still love you, that I know.
how come I can’t say it though?)
You finally hung up the phone
I was back to being all alone.
You’ll always be the one
I loved, still love, the most
But Cupid had a loaded gun
now, you’re just a ghost.