What Happened to Mitch?

Bone weary days leading to thoughts of just yesterday.

Back to the time of Mitch,

and the hog farm that "smells like money to me"

Andy was the sporty one.

Thick and scrappy, don't call him Rudy, holy s**t.

Words were his kryptonite,

brothers leveling the field with dangerous barbs.

Kenny was the sweet one, innocent, reaching with adolescent fingers,

to touch the places he wouldn't know for a few more years.

Kenny was gone too soon, proof the universe doesn't play favorites.

What happened to Mitch?

We thought he wrote like a dream.

Skinny dipping awkwardly with those girls we met at the dance.

What happened to Mitch?

I thought he would be famous.

I never thought I could be famous.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Those who don't imagine themselves famous find the notoriety.
And those we figured were the lucky ones...sometimes are the ones who fade into anonymity...
never achieving the stardom they imagine for themselves.
j.