Nights Like This
I didn't go to your funeral
and my excuse was something alone the lines of "they're just not my thing"
as if it was something reserved for other people
as if it were other people's thing
But if I'm being honest
I'm terrible at saying goodbye
you know this
you knew this.
Instead of texting goodnight or goodmorning
I had that habit of continuing yesterday's conversation
And for those rare times when I'd answer my phone
we'd talk for hours about nothing
about incompetent teachers
and parellel universes
and the origin of the word "wedgy"- how to spell it-
pick out the inconsistencies of Spongebob and ponds underwater
about how innappropriate Adventure Time really was
and that picture of a naked lady in Finn and Jake's tree house home
we'd talk about our future
what colleges we wanted to go to
and what colleges our grades could pay for
and what lives our money could afford us
what our perfect spouse would be like-
we always ended up describing each other-
how you were supposed to have my children because
"I'm not ruining this body for little spawns that talk back"
all the social experiments we'd put them through
all the dumb shit we'd probably fight about
Nowadays, past tense hurts.
Turning my "will" to "would have"
my "we're going to" to "I remember when"
hypothetical statements are a bitch
cartoons aren't as funny
It doesn't bother me as much when Spongebob cries underwater
maybe he's just hurting that much
maybe he wants the world to see his pain
we used to overanalyze like hell
we used to...
Nights like this when I remember you randomly
I pretend you're somewhere across the country on vacation being fake
I pretend we've grown apart and we had some big fall out and that's why we don't talk
I pretend that I'm better off without you
Nights like this
when I contemplate calling your number
to tell you how shitty my day has been
because college has me feeling eternally poor and
because boys are stupid
and how I wish they were more like you
Nights like this
when I find my way to a bottle of Jack and I do just that
Nights like this when I call your phone
and noone answers
"We're sorry but this number is no longer in service."
Fuck bad connections.
You've been gone for one year now
and I'm still blaming my inability to reach you on a bad connection.