It was the beginning of the new millennium
It was the apartment next to the Sorority house
It was Berkeley
I had moved in with a good friend.
We bonded the way men bond,
there was communism and machetes
there was bar tending and paintings
there was golden eye and pornography
there was bitterest taste of Israeli cigarettes
at the end of it all he
was like a brother.
i expected to know him for life.
the way you expect your
teeth to last forever.
I left Berkeley,
He left Berkeley
He became a doctor
I became lost
down my own path to salvation.
We haven't seen each other in years.
There are times I put pride aside
and ask to see him.
There are polite exchanges,
Plans that carry as much weight as mist.
As much weight as apparitions.
(the ghost of our younger selves)
And yes, this wounds
I don't think of those days any less fondly.
This is just the way it is.
Time will heal this.
Some wounds heal
without a doctor.