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We met in 7th grade by accident
You were sitting at the back of the class
Throwing crumbled pieces of paper at strangers you just met
If I’m correct
You kicked my chair to get my attention
My first reaction was to cuss you out
Who uses puerile behavior to break the ice, I thought
I flung my chair around and our eyes locked
There was an instant connection
A sense of familiarity that I can only describe as nostalgia
We knew each other on another plane of existence
We needed each other
There wasn’t resistance
You were placed in my life at that moment for a reason
I don’t call it fate I call it a season
You and I were too terrified to admit
We were attracted to the same-sex
Too busy hiding our “truth” with laughter
You made me laugh the way no one could
Looking back
I know for a fact you used humor to mask your pain
At least it was just that at the time
After graduation you were different
Once on a mission to become a musician
You threw it away for temptations
Too much partying and drugs
For me, too many women
We were riding the high
Lacking the wisdom
On some journey to fluidism
I was raised Christian
You made it your purpose to get me to question
Everything I was ever taught by my parents
Always left me guessing which side of the fence I was on
We fed off each other’s energy
Even when I was wrong you remained solid
I trusted you with my life, you were like a brother
We’re both mid-thirties and haven’t talked for nearly a decade
Never thought someone so close to me could be a memory
It’s that time of year again when I pick up my pen
A time for inspiration, I used to say
Where there’s beauty in death
Worth of mention in progress
Even the baby steps
Somehow I can’t forget the time we shared for all those years
I heard you were in and out of jail for petty theft
Then I looked you up and saw your name, I was perplexed
Wrote you once but omitted my home address
I didn’t want you to find out where I lived
I feared your criminal intent
But you were the one I trusted 100 percent
Had to remind myself that we’re different
Still on two separate planes of existence
I’m writing you because I don’t need a reason
Don’t worry I won’t forget that you were my favorite season.
Written By: Dez Sevena
