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Dear Ex-Best Friend
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
I'm sorry I broke your heart.
Every single night of April I
stayed awake until 1 am,
conspiring with the shadows
in my closet.
I know you feel alone in these
walls—I know the sunset is just a
natural phenomenon to you but
please, go look at it,
the foul blues and revolting
greens—it means nothing in the
end. I want you to stay alive
and I want people to stop dying,
and I’m afraid I won’t get either of
those things.
I built a house in a video game
and thought of you—your cats,
your dog, your desk and the chair
I’d always steal from your sister—
does your house echo
with emptiness now that
your mother is on the front lines?
If I set a plate for you, won’t you
please come inside?
I hope she isn’t sick. I hope you
would tell me.
(I know you won’t.)
While I spend months in my room
and fragment into glassy pieces,
I remember our private
conversations.
We were also sick, you and I,
as sick as the people who
cough and cough on the subway
and on the ride home from the
hospital where there just
aren’t enough seats.
Do you even like poetry?
Are you still alive or did you
die on March 13th or June 5th
or July 27th and I am talking
to an uncaring void?
You make me feel small.
Tell your sister I'm happy she
got into your dream school—
tell your mother I'm glad she's
a hero—pet your cats for me,
one last time.
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A year before the pandemic, my best friend became my ex-best friend. During the pandemic, because of our estrangement, there was no way for me to know if he or his family were okay. It was difficult to grapple with the uncertainty, and these are all the things I wish I could say.