Sometimes I wonder where they all have gone,
people who disappeared from my past.
People I knew in grade school, like the sweet
little girl, a classmate I used to walk home with
and felt the stirrings of infatuation with. Now I
wonder if I’d known her longer where that
infatuation might have gone. The Hell’s Angel
named Nicky who was a relative of a friend
of mine and offered me a hit of a drug in a club
before a while later he smashed a bat over
a bar patron’s head and with other bikers
blew out of the club and probably never
got arrested. My first love, Pat Curran,
a pretty blonde from New Jersey who
said she would marry me when we got older
only to cheat on me not long after that.
There are so many others, more than I
can count. I’m sure you have that many
people who have disappeared from
your life too.
Bob Boyd