Poncho

I used to have a friend named Poncho. We would walk to school every day. There was a vending machine that sold pop tarts 2 to a pack. We always split one after school. In the winter, we’d throw snowballs at the people we knew. In the summer, we’d walk in the grass beside the path, And piss off the dogs with stories and ideas But then we went to different high schools, And I only saw him in the mornings while he waited for his bus. Then he dropped out, and I barely saw him at all. I know he has a car I know hes working somewhere But Im states away And I will be for a while. I think its likely that Ill never see him again.