my first friend...

he was my first friend
I remember that day
headed to school
Being side-tracked
Let’s not go
Really? Really?

Those days spent
in parks
in arcades
in trouble.

And like all things
it ends
it stops
and it fades.

Only hit and miss moments
connect you again
a wedding
his brother’s suicide
a chance meeting in a restaurant.

You both know
what you shared.
now too afraid to talk
about the years
in between,
scared
you’ll find nothing.

And one day
I find myself
outside his front door.

hey you, you were
my first friend
I wanted you
to know that.

but he had moved away 
years ago.