Poetry hour- a collection of poetry

Remembering Sully

I was seventeen when we met,

you we so short- yet so pretty.

I was a beauty queen at the time, but lost in my own depression.

I had a thousand dreams and places to be,

much like you did. 

When I was seventeen until eighteen;

we were the best of best friends.

I think I'd find you cold and shallow now if we were to meet as adults,

In our early thirties, different creatures from the teenagers of the past. 

I do sometimes wish we could talk,

I wish you had more empathy for my ill health- and didn't hurt your back on me.

I wish I could explain what schizophrenia is like- so maybe you'd understand. 

My illness was embarrassing and uncool,

effecting you only in the sense you knew the person I believed wanted to marry me.

You never had much sympathy for others,

maybe because you grew up in a privileged Tory family.  

Yet I also feel its you- that you have a really cruel unloving streak in your soul.

You look terrible now,

All body built and manly,

Your face looks like it's on steroids,

But I remember when you were petite and beautiful.

I myself am fat, but I still hold beauty.

And so do you, it's just your not what I imagined you to become,

I wouldn't see you as glamorous if we were teenagers now. 

I have a hand-full of photographs on my old computer of us,

Before sickness struck me.

You are now a girl I no longer know- just a memory of an ex-friend.