call me maybe?

Do you remember the kid

burning ants with a magnifying glass

and melting little toy soldiers

at that pool party?

He’s a lawyer now.

And the kid that taught us

how to smoke pot from an old soda can

in the woods near the railroad tracks?

Oh, he’s a cop.

And that kid that used to get us beer all the time?

He’s a cop.

And that preacher’s son,

that good christian

who talked us into spending

that weekend at bible camp

where we sang songs about Jesus

and loving thy neighbor

and turning the other cheek?

He’s a Green Beret,

making a career of killing people

who look an awful lot like Jesus

probably looked back in the day.

And you,

what is it that you’re doing?

I heard you were in the city a while back

and I almost called

but I was busy

and life got in the way

and you were probably busy too…

and… these are all terrible excuses

I should have called

but I was afraid that seeing you,

talking to you,

being close to you

might make me start thinking

about us

about what might have been.

It’s been a long time

and I’m sure it would be just fine

but what if it’s not?

and I guess what scares me more is…

what if it is?

What if we don’t feel anything?

I guess I’m just not ready

to finish that chapter yet.

Oh, don’t get me wrong,

I’ve written volumes

since I fucked things up with you

but from time to time

I look back on that chapter

and I just can’t scribble that last period.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to,

I’m not sure I’ll ever want to.

We’re soul mates,

if I have to wait ten lifetimes

to get you back

I will,

but I’ll at least call

the next time

I hear you’re in the city.

And that’s a lie,

I’m sure I’ll find some terrible excuse…

so, since you were never one for excuses

and I know this might sound crazy

here’s my number…

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