Hommie, Lover, Friend

Homey, Lover, Friend Every night I sit and wait My heart jumps from the Sounds made from the gate When opened from across the street. Any moment I’ll hear a knock And his voice coming through But the knock never comes, What can I do? Wait like an ass for another hour or two. Knowing nothings is going to happen, Though I so wish it would and want it to. Disappointed, I decide to go in. It is cold and my hands, much like my heart are turning blue. Consoling myself saying: “It’s okay”! Maybe he had something important he had to do. What’s new? Weren’t you the one who started this? Now you act like you never wanted it. Like I was the one propositioning you. I thought we were friends Or at least I was to you Now I’m not sure what I was then Or am now to you… You hardly say two words to me now I don’t understand, and I have no clue Am I invisible to you? You look at me like I am not even there, I could cry haven given that part of me to you. While incarcerated I did everything I could do Not cause you asked, because I wanted to. I was the one who was there for you. Your so called homeboys should’ve been But forgot about you I wanted to be your friend and still do I realize that won’t ever happen no matter How hard I try and want for you too. So much has changed, you’ve changed And I am so proud and happy for you. We were both high on dope when we did What we used to do. It’s no excuse, I know… Just something that happened and that Can never happen again, even if I really Want it too, because I do. Fair well, Hommey, lover, friend.