Remembering

When you and I used to hang out.
And we were either dating, or related.
But we were neither.
You moved away.
And became white trash.
I never believed anything they said.
Until I believed.
All of those times.
At Toys R Us
and school.

What happened to us?

You moved away,
and did drugs.
Your lost within your own cracked up

world.

What happened to you?

I knew you liked certain stuff.
But now I hate it even more.
Hate what you listen to.
Hate what you aspire to be.
I hate a certain band.
Named ICP.

What happened to me?

I let you leave.
We never said goodbye.
But you let the drugs get a hold of you.

And now I wish you never left.
A better life there in Chicago.
Better than there.
More sheltered, away from
drugs
and
despair.

The drugs are effecting everyone.
But not me.
And my friends who chose to be
drug-free.
Your not one of them, you should know.

Next thing you'll be buying
is blow.

What happened to us?

We fell apart.
You stopped calling.
All communication lost.

I miss being able to talk to you,
so long ago.
Messing around in class.
Never knew how the Parrot
dealt with us.

Thicker than thieves we were,
now nothing remains.

I guess they were right:
Nothing beautiful can stay.

Now the wind blows at my window.
In an empty and foreign land.

Where are you?
Smoking herb?
Not caring what your doing with your life?
Best of friends,
you were vulgar,
I was your balance,
shoving you in the arm.


What happened to us, Joseph?