Inherence
Written 6.28.07

I know better now.
He meant nothing to me
and I to him.
Everything I daydreamed
was just that—
something with no basis
in reality.
I never wrote him that letter.
I didn't even see him on graduation day.
He's married now,
and I haven't talked to him in six months.
Our friendship was one
of convenience—
we were in the same class,
on the same team.
Inherently, though,
we're too different
to really be friends.

And I'm okay with that.
I mean it this time.
(At least, I hope I do.)