Those Eyes Have Seen Things Now

One of my
neighborhood
best friends
growing up

is a
wanted fugitive
for possession
and dealing of

“controlled
substances”

—

we used
to play

“Can’t Touch
the Ground,”

“Kick the Can,”

and shoot
each other
with
squirt guns.

Listen to
Weird Al

and try
to wear
moon shoes.

—

you used to
put ice cubes
in your milk,

and get
teary-eyed
watching
“Short Circuit.”

But,
your mug shot
is a fraction
of yourself;

and you were
never big.

what happened
between then
and now,
my old friend?

your family
doesn’t know
where you are.

What
made you
Not want
to Be found?

—

Distant