“TO MY BFF”

Dragging your shortcut
from my smart phone,
your icon is gone.
It had always been your smile,
glancing away from the sun.

There is a blank space
now
where you will always
belong.
When you left,
you took my favorite
contact.

As I thumb through
our old texts,
scroll our emails,
you are alive again.
Though I know
you are no more
living
than this dewy leaf,
which rests before
me, freshly fallen,
while I write this
hunched on a bench,
high on Mount Royal.

The green leaf, like you,
is already curling.
It will run dry,
turning
a brittle brown before
returning
to the ground.

Mud and mulch.
Days of rain.
I knew you best
when I was your
friend.
Now, I lose you
and
I begin to forget,
without you
to remind me
all
we'd meant.

But I know this
much, my BFF.
Without you,
I wouldn't be
where I am
or where I am
going next.

I love you, now,
in the past tense,
where you remain
alive
by words you once
wrote. As I read,
your personality
is
spoken out
my choking throat.

You are, now,
as you were then,
my Katyls;
a best friend
beyond an end.

Only my best,
Matt McMatterson

narrative poem written on 07-20-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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