Who gave up on who?
Reflection use to be the best time of day.
Before that it was 3pm, cause that’s when I got home.
Before that, I can’t remember.
Reflection, now seems to be…
Remember when you were little and chocked on hard candy, and I just cried?
Or how about the time you and I stayed up till 2am, and got in trouble?
Or what about the time we dressed up the same and had to take those stupid pictures?
Or remember when you use to think I was the best.
I remember taking you to the mall, and getting dirty looks cause people thought you were my son.
They didn’t realize a 16 year old, could have a 6 year old best friend.
Best. Friend.
You’re at the point where 3pm is the best time.
I am at the point of not knowing whats the best time.
I hope some day you read this and laugh.
I am at a loss of how to help you from 75 miles away.
I wish I could do more.
I miss you.
And on the way to see you, I think about all the things we can do together.
But you’re growing up, and me too.
When did that happen?
When were you no longer the 6 year old who use to say “Whip it, and whip it good?”
When did we have to grow up?
I’ve changed, and I don’t know if you see it.
But. I have.
I’ve changed to something I don’t know.
Maybe it’s because every time your mom calls.
There’s usually something wrong, and I feel like it’s my fault.
It’s my fault because I am no longer there.
I’m sorry I left you.
Enter stage of reflection
Before that it was 3pm, cause that’s when I got home.
Before that, I can’t remember.
Reflection, now seems to be…
Remember when you were little and chocked on hard candy, and I just cried?
Or how about the time you and I stayed up till 2am, and got in trouble?
Or what about the time we dressed up the same and had to take those stupid pictures?
Or remember when you use to think I was the best.
I remember taking you to the mall, and getting dirty looks cause people thought you were my son.
They didn’t realize a 16 year old, could have a 6 year old best friend.
Best. Friend.
You’re at the point where 3pm is the best time.
I am at the point of not knowing whats the best time.
I hope some day you read this and laugh.
I am at a loss of how to help you from 75 miles away.
I wish I could do more.
I miss you.
And on the way to see you, I think about all the things we can do together.
But you’re growing up, and me too.
When did that happen?
When were you no longer the 6 year old who use to say “Whip it, and whip it good?”
When did we have to grow up?
I’ve changed, and I don’t know if you see it.
But. I have.
I’ve changed to something I don’t know.
Maybe it’s because every time your mom calls.
There’s usually something wrong, and I feel like it’s my fault.
It’s my fault because I am no longer there.
I’m sorry I left you.
Enter stage of reflection
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So, when I was in college, I took a creative poetry class. We were given this stupid assignment to walk the perimeter of our yard or the campus or some where, and just think about what reflection meant.At the time, I was going through a bunch of things that landed me in a doctors office just about every other day for hours. Usually, I sat there and stared at the ceiling, waiting to hear my name called. However, the day before this assignment was do, i was sitting in the drs. office, and I had just gotten off the phone with my mom.
My brother is ten years younger than me. He's a best friend that I would never give up. He's a brat, but that makes him, him. He has the most vibrant personality. When everyone else gives up on him, I'm there to believe in him.
He hasn't read this yet, and this is the first poem I've let other people read that I had to write for that class. I had to read this out loud, and I bawled like a two year-old. I read it to my mom over the phone less than an hour later, and we both cried.
I'm not sure why.
I don't really have much more to say, except if you've read this, thank you. Even if you think it's the worst thing you've ever read, thank you for bothering to read it.
Peace <3 and all that jazz.