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Friends, For That One Night

01 Monday Mar 2021

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To: Faye, with love.

Her name was Faye
It means, I think,
Faerie.
In some language. Some dialect
Russian, I think.

When I first approached her
It was with, “doesn’t your name mean faerie?”

Her face exploded into fireworks—a shower of stars—as she told me,
“Yes! It means faerie! In Russian”,
I think she said.

She went on to telling me that how
I am the first person she’s ever met
Who knows this.
She said she knows me.
That how in every class, she’d see me
Responding to the teacher, always in glee
Never holding back my personality.

Like the brightest star in the sky

She was always there. While I was always me.
I’d play with the thought that
Maybe
Something for us was meant to be.
Each time she smiles was an ocean reflecting the day’s light
Her specs magnetized her eyes to becoming two moons.
Glancing over your spirit. Waiting. Observing.

I wanted to make her happy
But the problem is, she was already happy.
Whether because of him, external of him
Just around me.

But I guess that’s not really a problem?

We didn’t go through much together
But what we had held so much.
We went through so much, in one moment.
I’m talking: me cleaning up her vomit with my bare hands
Receiving drunk texts late in the night
When her friends abandoned her in the bar,
Lowering the bar.
Sitting in a library room, talking her through it
Until she let it all out
“Here, take my jacket.”
“It’s cold outside”
“You’re in no shape to drive”
“Spend the night”
Arms around my shoulders. Supporting her.
As we take the long walk, stumbling, to my on-campus apartment.

“You can take the bed,
I’ll sleep on the floor”

Wait what?! No!!

Are you sure?…

At one point in the night,
She told me I was the perfect friend.
The bestest friend
That how no quality of friendship surpasses what I had to offer

I wonder if she’s already forgotten me.
I wonder if she knows
Her existence has already been deleted
From my phone.
That because the last few times I had texted her,
The friendship wasn’t really there, anymore.
That maybe what we had didn’t want to overstay its welcome
So it left.

Someone said, in the Kingkiller Chronicle,
We know how the story will end.
It’s just the process. The path there. That keeps us engaged.

I knew nothing was going to come out of us.
I do a great job of burying myself in the moment,
But if I had taken my head out
Look to see what’s ahead—
I knew it wasn’t us.

My star shined bright in her universe, for that one night.
When she was needing someone to reach out to
So she messaged the last person she had texted—
Which I’m sure wasn’t me
But
In that one night, I was the brightest star in the sky.
So, of course, the messages followed the path to me.

A whole friendship
With not too many in-depth connections
No substantial intimacy
Built for that one moment. That one night.

I wonder if she still remembers
I wonder if the story is being told, in places only the wind knows.
If the establishment we had built. For only that one night.
Has been visited by her.
Since we’d continued down our separate paths.

@sircharlesthepoet


This is to the people who God brings into our life for a specific reason. May they continue down their path with prosperity, and love.

Keep Your Friends Close

08 Sunday Dec 2019

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friend, friendship, lessons, notetoself, poem, poetry, Relationship, writing

A part of me still doesn’t believe in friendship
Well,
A part of me still believes I don’t deserve friendship.

So, I drop people like clouds drop rain
I never reach out
Like a weak WiFi signal.
But you’re out of range, so it doesn’t matter.
I don’t keep in touch, as if my phone had a shattered screen
And when somebody checks up on me
I get suspicious, and ask them why…


 

Okay, BOOM! Junior year of high school (2014). I got hit by a car. Woke up thinking I had just woken up from sleep and that I was late to school. (Close, but not quite). Found out I did wake up late for school. To be more precise, 11 days late. I had fallen into an 11-day coma from the car accident.

My life changed. My friends distanced themselves. I grew bitter. Dealing with all the internal (emotional, intellectual) changes and rollercoaster, I grew more bitter. I felt lonely. So I grew even more bitter. I started distancing myself from everyone. Realized that people didn’t really notice. They had their own things to deal with, so why should they care about me? If “no one cared about me”, why should I care about myself? I grew more bitter. Became dangerously suicidal. This world (assuming there are others) is an ugly place. My view towards the world changed drastically (positively and negatively). I had to survive. I embraced the loneliness.

This story hasn’t ended yet. Nor has it changed a lot. Although, I have met some people who are near and dear to my heart. Who I can reach out to.

Solitude is a dangerous ass thing y’all. There are unending quotes, and I’ve seen so many people advocate on how important it is to be able to remain in a lonely state. That’s true. But loneliness mixing with the wrong thing is dangerous af. Pay attention to your friends. Don’t just be like “hey, how are you?” and proceed with your life when they say all is alright! (Of course all is alright! Why would I tell you what I’m going through?? I don’t even know what I’m going through! So why be a burden). So in addition to asking, pay attention to them–what they do, any slight changes. Don’t lose a good friend emotionally or physically because you didn’t invest in paying attention to them.

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A College Friendship Story: Semester Friends (Snippet)

19 Tuesday Dec 2017

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attention, college, consistency, friends, friendship, hopes, lost, meaningless, semester, stability

I taste the wind
I sense the sand
Have you yet begone,
My semester friend?

(Semester Friends)

A scarcity of time.
Vast procrastination,
Such distraction–
I lack attention.

I seek consistency
Perhaps stability,
But we produce:
A change in the winds
The rolling of sands–
My companion,
Let’s be more
Than just semester friends.

(Semester Friends)

 

 

Stay tuned for the release of the full poem this Friday (12/22/2017)

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Wants

15 Friday Jan 2016

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artist, beauty, creative, culture, curious, Dance, dream, foreign, friendship, imagination, literature, love, poem

They wanted to be wise,
So we started reading books

They wanted to dance,
So we bought Michael Jackson shoes

They wanted power over literature,
So we wrote poetry

They wanted to be smart,
So we downloaded chess on our phones

They wanted to be open minded,
So our group of friends consisted of people from all around the world

They wanted warmth in their heart,
So we looked for love

They wanted to experience wonder,
So at the wake of moon, we creep at the stars

They wanted revelations to the mysteries of existence,
So we read verses, and paid attention in physics class

They wanted to touch the sky,
So we bounce off of our beds, reaching, hopefully, pass roofs

They wanted to travel the world,
So we fell asleep and dreamt.
Copyright © 2016 by Charles Joseph Augustin

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