roommates

roommates

A Poem by el Mudo

 

roommates...
 
some day, i may forget
that the dishes were always dirty,
that the rent was sometimes late,
that food was always missing,
though no one ever ate
a single thing not theirs.
 
some day, I may forget turning on the tap
to find the water turned off,
not being able to watch the cable,
because the two month old bill
was still on the table,
under the beer cans and bottles
and a week old burrito,
unnoticed, unopened, unpaid.
 
some day, when my hair has turned grey,
someone will look at this picture
and wonder who each of you were.
 
what i'll remember, what i kn ow i will say,
was that you were not just my roommates,
you were not just my friends,
you were each of you my brother,
we all chased the same dreams.
what I will remember, what I will never forget
will be the six of us sitting at the top of our steps,
we were drinking, we were thinking,
we were smoking and joking,
we were saying that some day,
some day... we would be kings,
and we were...

© 2008 el Mudo


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I like this. Just the word "roommate" evokes so many memories for me. I like the way this reminded me of that time when I thought I ruled the world. Nice work.

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el Mudo
el Mudo

Santa Rosa, CA



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A Poem by el Mudo