Old Friendships
I feel like I owe you something –
the great twilight struggle,
the violent feuding,
lingering bitterness.
We may never entirely make peace with each other.
We greet each other with relief
and meet each other with resentment.
It’s hard for me to forget.
There is no statute of limitations.
It remains a bad memory:
the ugly war,
the boiling tension,
sad conflict.
The violence continued.
Life in turmoil,
you’re supposed to want my help –
drunk on Mad Dog,
you’ve got a dead man’s cough and you stink to high heaven.
You’re bent on destroying,
quick to lash out,
missing in action,
one drink at a time.
It is time to put our war behind,
let it be.
It was fun smoking dope,
that evil Thai stick reefer,
raising hell,
just messing around.
In the end I could not move you,
that mission failed.
I’m still being held being captive.
I shed a tear,
out of pride, guilt, or shame.
Get drunk on me tonight, baby,
and try not to die for my sins.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
