09 in retrospect

in retrospect

It’s been so

long now that I

forget why

I liked him. Maybe it was

those emerald suffocating eyes,

pulling me in and spitting me out

like

chewed up gum

he

just

couldn’t

let go of.

The melody of his

voice ringing in my ears, pleasant,

memorable when he would sing.

Or was it simply

because we were

similar but so different?