For Darren
Poem 8 of 30 during NaPoWriMo
Facebook reminds me that 4 years ago,
The Altar Bar was still a concert venue.
Hosting both local and well known metal names.
It reminds me of the night where I went after you.
I remember drinking the whole 5th of Whipped vodka
in a Donald Duck mug while pre-gaming at home
Your straight edge sensibility should have been making
decisions that night, or recognized my state of mind.
Months later, you would tell me that I threw myself
at you like I was the whole hurricane.
You hated what you couldn’t contol and shifted
blame like a master so you didn’t appear as the bad guy.
Four years later and you still glare at me across lines
at shows like Iron Maiden. You still hold hatred like
that snake that I hope doesn’t bite you.
Four years later, I’m with the man I thought you were.
Memories remain through blinders while I try to forget.
The moral of the story: Leave him there.
