For The Time We Can't Return To
a letter to my best friend

I want to reach out and say I love you
I miss you and I’m sorry
That our friendship is dissolving
Like the electrolyte tab in my water cup
Forever tinted by the taste of knowing you
But nothing I can hold on to
Our eyes meet and I understand
why you don’t answer my call
When the I that is calling is not the I
Before the waters broke and drowned
Soaked wet every corner of who I am
Nothing escaped, not even you and I
I’m using the last postcard you sent as a bookmark
I’ve learned your handwriting by heart
And your voice and face are in my mind
I’ve crossed over to another land
I’m a mother now and the days are still early
just surviving sometimes and that’s a lot for another to take
I see that there’s a hurt behind your eyes
And new wounds on your heart and I’m not able
To stop and tend them like I used to
I dream we will meet again one day
And we will have more to say
I’ll bring more to the table than a quaking
Overstimulated spirit, my eyes
Will not look so tired, I’ll have read
More than children’s books
And little hands won’t be clinging anymore
I’ll have the space to listen again
Until then, I faith a red thread unbroken
We are still bound by blood and river
I imagine I still feel the tug
Our heartbeat a hippy in the forest
Spelling LOVE with rocks for passerby
We are nights the music filled the sky
As we danced and smoked and laughed
so hard I was sure I’d die
I’ve been trying to somehow save it
a lost cause, this house will never be the same
But the foundation is not cracked
It’s just split open, a million uneven lines
But the land is still ours so I’m dropping
Seeds from my longtime pockets
Into the devastating crevices
Watering and watching and waiting for the first signs
That there is more life coming
from the death that has bled between us
It’s nobody’s fault, not yours and not mine
I’ll keep reaching out and being grateful
Forever, friend, I love you forever.
About the Creator
Justin Black
I write mostly poetry, and I enjoy accidental and intentional rhyme.
All photographs are my own. Get my poetry book below! 🙌 ⤵️
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