Of Phantom Friends

To broken coffee cups and lies
To undone dishes and dirty clothes
To the bills that haunted you
To jokes of paying for water,
With pitchers full of Kool-Aid.
To unrequited fascination
and misdirected lust

To whiskey and beer bottles
To bowls and charts of sin
To scribbled sketches in notebooks,
To six guitars, a bongo,
And the maracas
To post show parties
And sunday morning messes

To sleeping on your couch
To stealing Travis' bed
Waking up lost
Then realizing Pat is there
Falling back into slumber
To apologies and Red Bull
To bear-claws and Circle K

To the days of envy
And tears and fights
To Star Wars, and philosophy.
To loving the same girl
For different reasons
In different ways
To what could have been.

I hope you are well
Dry, fed, and writing.
I cried when I heard
That I would never see you again
Best of luck
I will miss you
But we both miss her.