For a long-lost friend

wednesday was your birthday and yes I still remember

freshman year, walking in hot spring, holding hands
sitting in the sharp grass of our front yard (you could
bike over, then) talking and talking, devastating
the grass, writing long notes on loose-leaf paper
that you called “letters”

and I returned from summer vacation and didn’t return
your calls, how you wrote te quiero on the first day
of sophomore English, but I hadn’t learned that much
Spanish yet

playing Mr. and Mrs. Shakespeare, senior year, learning
some girl was jealous (perhaps unrelated) though

you drove us in your mother’s station wagon
to that Something Club dinner where they read
our words—scholarship stuff—and after we talked
and talked (cassette tapes on the car stereo) as fate
would have it, my future husband called to ask me out
just as I walked in the door

and graduation day, in our red robes and gold cords
and all the trappings, milling around the giant hall
actually called the Coliseum, of six hundred-plus
also-robed kids there you were, running your speech
by a bank of phones; I wanted to call
your attention once more
and lifted a receiver


NaPoWriMo Day 29 prompt is an “I remember” poem. 

16 thoughts on “For a long-lost friend”

    1. It’s funny how memories work, and one leading to another. I had this person on my mind since his birthday, but the prompt today really opened things up.

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  1. Beautiful poem of memories. I agree it is like a series of snapshots.
    ( It’s a funny coincidence because I just saw a photo on FB of my younger daughter’s ex-boyfriend. It was from high school graduation.)

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    1. One of those milestones that stick with us–though honestly most everything about that day is lost to my memory except for this. I’ll have to rely on the photos. 🙂

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  2. This reminded me of my first boyfriend, that first love, but also that best friend who was always there at that age. Lovely, pulled at my heart strings and made me quite nostalgic. “I wanted to call/your attention once more” is a lovely turn of phrase.

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