Friends

You called me yesterday

after three months of silence.

You're going off to college now—

Making something of yourself.

I smile; tell you I'm glad.

You say you're happy too—

And congratulations on the ring.

But something's missing

simply spinning

on this yo-yo of politeness.

I remember when

summer was heaven

whispered secrets

made you the best.

Blanket monster on a trampoline.

Scott Hall and Macho Man—

forgotten with the rest

in a box filled with plastic memories.

You tell me that you have to go

Supper's ready and the family's waiting.

I suggest we see each other soon

and you agree.

But we don't set a time

and you hang up.