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?
—
Wow, heartbreaking poem. It’s crazy how someone can change so drastically over time and turn into a totally different person. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder what happen that would make them change so fundamentally
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Yeah I have my suspicions as to what some influencing factors could have been. But I’ll never really know for sure.
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