& calls you never return
Japan & your girlfriend
Bread & chocolate (& work but you work in bread & chocolate now)
These are the things you think about
We’re not in high-school anymore
You don’t live down the street
I can still quotes every line from The Breakfast Club
We’re not the same people that we used to be.
Sometimes I remember
That time we went to your ex-girlfriend’s sister’s wedding reception
& I got drunk & danced until you had to hold me up
Sometimes I wish I would’ve vomited in your car.
Maybe then you’d remember
The time you took that ditzy blonde chick to the dance
& called me to help you when she drove the car
That I wished I’d vomited in, into a ditch.
You’ve gotten a new car since then
But I still wished I vomited in it.
We told people we were like Will & Grace
Only you were straight
& we never dated
I stayed home when you went to college
& when I went to college you dropped out
With grand plans of Japanese travel
& you wound up working in bread & chocolate
You say you’ll visit but I won’t hold my breath
I’ll just write this poem
& remember everything that you’ve forgotten
& how much I really wish I’d vomited in your car