Dude, do you remember when we two went out for food,
we’d both run out of things to say and to repair the mood,
between texts on your telephone, betraying you were bored,
you said, “Eat that wasabi,” thinking that you’d be ignored.
But I wanted to prove to you that I was macho too,
and yearning to seem interesting, knew what I had to do.
Hesitation conquered, I devoured a heaping glob
then forced myself to grin and cover up my hidden sobs .
I stared at you impassively, although I was a liar.
Inside my heart was blazing with an all consuming fire.
I started seeing double and my jaws began to gnash,
internal flames infernal torched my boiling guts to ash.
Repressing every instinct, I behaved like all was normal.
I flashed a friendly smile at you and kept the night informal.
Despite such piercing flames I thought my soul itself would melt,
desperate to impress you, I concealed what I felt.
Your eyes brightened like summer skies, impressed that I was strong,
but when we paid the check and left you found that you were wrong.
I stumbled down the sidewalk spraying vomit left and right.
Anyone around would think that I was drunk that night.
We staggered to your room and I collapsed onto your bed.
I wondered if the hole in me would make me wake up dead.
But then you stood beside me and you even squeezed my hand.
All in all, the evening turned out better than I planned.
I didn’t know it at the time but soon our time would end.
But I would always have with me the memory of a friend.