New Years Eve
I will never see you again.
Once in a while you’ll appear in a dream.
to dap me up, smile and feel the sun.
No future do you have but cement and steel.
A blade had made its home in your pocket since we were freshmen
“I’ll poke a guy if I have to” you would say.
We laugh, too stoned to think about consequences.
Too stoned to think about a life being taken.
Too stoned to comprehend the power of a blade
Two swift motions,
is all it took.
One to the chest
One to the stomach.
You always had quick hands.
Red rivers gush
then dry up as quickly as a flash flood.
Red lights come and go.
Calls come in.
He’s dead.
A ball of ice makes its home in my abdomen
Words fly around like crows on a cloudy day.
“Who did it?”
“Were gonna get that mother f*cker”
…..
“Yo it was tequile”
Nah it can’t be
“he turned himself in”
Hot frustration fills my cheeks.
The ball of ice melts.
You were my friend.
You are my friend.
I do not hate you.
I am only sad.
When I think about
the life you could’ve had.