A Letter To The Best Friend I Never Had

Hello, my old friend.
It's been far too long since I
last saw you or had any real
evidence that you were still alive and well.
I've had to make do with vague rumor
and hearsay.
How have you been since the last time
we spoke?
I've been sitting here in the same
place I was in when you abruptly
got up and walked out there door
after deciding you couldn't take the excitement
going on all around us.
Boy oh boy,
you hadn't seen nothing.
The gays finally won the right to
marry rather than having to settle with
fornication like the rest of us good
sinners and the "Bible Thumpers" are all
up in arms about them redefining marriage.
Kinda funny since we all know that
marriage has been redefined a few times
to suit the rich-white-heterosexual-christian
animal.
But we won't talk about divorce or
fifth and sixth marriages.
The rednecks are up in arms over
the right to wave their flag even
though the last time anyone checked their
rights to their flag,
just like their rights to their guns,
aren't being taken away from them;
just kinda readjusted for the sake of
good taste.
Besides,
whether they like it or not,
they are apart of America and not
the Confederacy which hasn't existed in well
over a hundred years because they were
on the losing side of history.
I think it's all bullshit diversionary tactics
to keep the American people from focusing
on real issues in the country.
I'd love to hear what you think though.
Hell,
it would just be good to see
you again after so long.
It gets too quiet here after the
night settles in and the sound of
traffic dies down in the streets.
I've been sitting here watching the seasons
change a little faster every year.
I got grey in my beard and
my glasses get a little thicker with
each check up.
I got another woman to add to
my collection of great love affairs that
burned out before I really knew what
it was that I had.
But I keep the faith that I'll
find a pair of tits that gives
out mother's milk straight from the original
source that gave birth to this dystopian
paradise of ours,
an ass I wouldn't mind being smothered
to death with in my final hour,
and curves that move me to tears.
That's always been my American dream.
How about you?
I always imagined that you packed a
few things in a bag and tossed t
hem in the back seat,
picked a direction,
and took off down the road to
find whatever it was we'd both been
looking for but couldn't manage to find
together in all our many wanderings through
the streets at night,
drunk as hell,
and howling at the moon.
It's hard as hell to let go
of the past and move on down
that old road.
It's like those are the best years
we'll ever have and nothing could possibly
be any better.
It's too scary to think about.
Too sad to think ab out the
"what if's",
the things that could have been if
only I was willing and able to
let go,
move on.
But,
as you well know,
it's hard to find that like minded
soul among the boys and girls of
our generation who are so wrapped up
in themselves or slaves to the electronic
age that they can't be bothered to
make time for friends outside of social
media.
So I suppose I'll keep on as
I always have till the next time
we meet.
If not in this life, maybe in
the next.