Origin of the Scribble

I left you
with no warning
a letter
written to an address
I'd never actually written before
in the summer
between
elementary
and
junior high.
I left you 
and then
became
you
trying to fill the role you filled
for myself
in myself
see, you were who I wanted to be
only meaner
so I made you nicer
in me
projected
from me
I never understood
our friendship
you let me be me
and didn't question
irregularity
but who was I to you?
what
importance
was I to you?
I couldn't have been any
I needed you
more than
you needed me
(always)
was I amusement?
do you remember then
and think of me 
like I do you?
I remember
a playground conversation
putting me in my place
outside
but understood
of course
my role
my secret
and yours. 

September 25, 2005