Ode to the Lost Boy
I was afraid of the spaces
You would leave for me
Spaces I would fill with false comroderie
and histrionics. But you knew best of all
That I would fill them
And I have.
I’m sorry leaving us is so simple.
Impossible as it is to forget you.
My memories wander as a compass needle
pointing to paper suitors and poor substitutes.
Had you only known you would
–sallow my soul–
Believe me when I tell you there are holes to fill
Heroes to muster, tears to wipe aside.
Believe me when I say:
The bitter rind of you chills me bones.
You once had bones…
But now there are spaces
Spaces to full without you.
But you know best of all.