Jumping Fences

Based on an unexpected conversation I had with someone this weekend about our past.

"Do you remember that night just me and you?" He said

"It was me and you" he said

and the shock that he brought it up made my voice disappear

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Do you remember?" he said again

I had it all rehearsed but I forgot my lines

"Yeah." I whispered right in time

"Can you grab that?" Then I walked inside.

He lit himself on fire see, 

but the flames reached me.

the flames keep growing higher, see

the one stuck inside is me

"I was getting over it, that night with me and you" I said

"I was almost over it" I said

He laughed it off and smirked because we were on his time

"You live too much in your head" he said

"I was OVER it" I said again

"I had moved on and you had to ruin what's good."

"Sorry." he whispered and pulled up his hood

"I know you a hell of a lot better than I should."

6 months and 5 days is how long it took him

and when he talks he says it as a joke.

I thought I was done writing songs about him

but I guess It's 6 more months in this smoke

and I wanted him to know 

that when he brought it up

He had to bring up everything it comes with

because you can't pick and choose 

the feelings and the people you use

and how it will affect them.

I think maybe my mistake 

was letting him back in

I think maybe it's too late

to try and salvage my old friend

See when things are good, they are very very good

but when things are bad they are horrid.

Reviews

[Everson Taveras]

Like the narrative style in which wrote. Very appealing-- the entire affair of, "and I wanted him to know
that when he brought it up
He had to bring up everything it comes with
because you can't pick and choose
the feelings and the people you use
and how it will affect them." This is so accurate. I almost felt as if I was there with you. Thank you for sharing

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Relationships and time can be unbearable. The narrative and the imagery keeps the readers attention. Memories can sometimes overpower us or become distorted over time and seem more than what they were, as though they're smoke in the mind.

[Megan]

Wow really powerful! It's crazy because this reflects something similar that happened recently in my life. I love this poem because it's so honest, the last two stanzas are my favorite. Great write :) and thanks for posting.

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Beautiful write...Stylish writing..

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story. Friendships will test us often in a life. Good friends will return after a time. I like the description and many situations in this poem.
"I was getting over it, that night with me and you" I said
"I was almost over it" I said"
Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sweet work.

[Luke Ritta]

great poem...liked the style and thought that went into it.

[J Todd Underhill]

So well written here, and the ending is such a true statement of all relationships. Endure the Horrid if it is someone of quality. I say this after having been married for 17 years, and it takes a certain commitment. She has put up with me for good and bad.

[Little Birdie]

"You live too much in your head" he said
"I was OVER it" I said again

We all do, don't we? We all live inside our minds. We never get over the past. We always crave what could have been, and regret that it hasn't. Life's full of regrets and the past...the past doesn't help. I remember a quote that goes, translated of course: "Past should be killed with every day that passes. Erased completely, so it doesn't hurt. It would be easier to bear the present day, for it wouldn't be measured by what no longer exists. This way, apparitions and life mix, so there's no pure memory, or a pure life."
Your poem reminds me much of this. Lovely write. Thank you.

[Sarah]

nice, work