you and I


you remember how you and I
were looking on Facebook
that one time, freshman year,
when your parents left
to go to see your grandma in the hospital
or the nursing home or something
(where was she again?)
and I saw this one picture and I thought,
“hey, that guy’s hella cute!” and then we
found out that he was supposed to go
to our school and we were like …
like “hey!” but then we never actually
saw him there and then later, like
in December or something,
we got in that fight at lunch
after you said something
(or was that me; did I say something?)
and we threw ketchup at
each other and then later,
in the vice principal’s office,
while she was chewing me out
about how disappointed and upset
my parents were going to be with me
because of my irresponsibility,
my cell phone went off
because Gina was paging me
to find out the history homework
and my phone got taken away
for the rest of the year
and then we weren’t friends
for the rest of the year and we
didn’t talk at all on the phone
or nothing, like forever,
(how’d that start?),
but then your parents wouldn’t
let you grow your hair out
until you brought your grades up
and I said that sucked
and then on Valentines Day
you gave me a rose you bought
from the student government fundraiser
and we’ve been best friends
ever since?