Seven years to the day
I went from friendless, alone, despairing -
to hopeful, to coping.

Six years to the day, I had newer,
better, truer, kinder
friends than I have ever known.

Five years to the day,
I lost some of them, in the way, 
that only juniors drift apart in school.

Four years, one month short,
maybe two,
I accepted my very first confession.

Three, two, one year ago,
I was half of a partnership
I held close to my heart.

Seven months ago
it was official, amicable, honest,
we were through.

One week ago
you decided to start a crash,
lit the flames of your funeral pyre -

Well you’re the one who has to clean up that mess,
working your way through
a circle of best friends.

Of the four, only one is who you want
-and it was never me, was it?