Blue-Eyed Boy

I was a bad friend.
         I fell in love with a boy with blue eyes
                   and stopped calling.
         I spent all my time with a boy with broad shoulders
                   and stopped going out to dinner with you.
         I saw my future in a boy with light brown hair
                   and suggested that you move out.
         I built my life around a boy with dimples
                   and forgot all about you.
         I married the blue-eyed boy with light brown hair
         and dimples with shoulders broad enough
         to carry us both
                   and I thought about you.
I called you but
I must have been a bad friend because
you didn’t call me back.