The Interview
I read an interview with my old friend
see the reasons we drifted apart
in his way of speaking, his disgust
of everything outside his realm of experience
these things that festered beneath the quiet
conversations of 15 years ago
have bloomed and overcome the things I used to love
I show the interview to my son, say
this is what happens when you only let in people
who flatter you, lie to you
stand by as you hang yourself by your own self-importance
but then again, at least he’s not alone. I just hope
he’s not sitting in the dark
alone