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.
Copyright © Kim Andreasen | Year Posted 2012
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