CPR this Friendship

(I am not apologizing for the artistic license I took, to exaggerate the reality of true events in my life, but I say/write this 'intro', to let my audience and readers know- that this poem is an exaggeration of true events- enjoy)

can somebody

help me, CPR 

this friendship?

we were on sail 

on a ship-

on pretty boat

called friendship-

then i got a scholarship-

and had to dip-

told her i’d be back every year-

Oh yes baby, 

i’d make that trip!!!

We both understood

this was an opportunity

i just couldn’t skip-

tears in-

both our eyes-

i missed her 

as much as she missed me-

but to her

I was just missin’

loneliness made her feel

like i was just trippin’

tryin' to make her wait for me?

nah mehhn-

she got to skippin’!

She found a new friend in the Lord-

and cut our friendship like an umbilical cord-

now Jesus n her are kicking it-

i came back to a sunken ship

tryin to revive this shit 

but the holy ghost

aint havin’ it!

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship -

coz its dying—

and i swear 

there’s a part of me 

inside of me 

that is really trying 

to save it-

but the other part of me 

has walked away already-

buried this shit already

said a prayer and carved RIEP 

already—

because you see,

she doesn’t laugh at my jokes anymore-

she finds them stale-

she doesn’t want to be around me anymore-

what used to moistures us together

now makes us pale-

I know i should be happy

the lord is your new best friend now-

but why does it feel like betrayal?

if you ask me how much it hurts on a scale of 1-10

we gon have to buy a bigger scale!

coz it hurts a lot when friendships fail-

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship coz its dying

and i know there’s a part of me inside me that is still trying

to make this work-

but the other day when i was over-

and my hang over was hanging over-

she was sober in the corner-

askin God to help me turn over-

she said- 

"shabalakala- Lord fix it!

if it aint holy water-

Lord don’t let her drink it-

Shabalakala- Lord fix it! 

if it aint pure thoughts  Lord-

don’t let her think it-"

all of a sudden i’m un pure-

and need a cure-

so—

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship

because 

we can’t hang-

we don’t talk-

I try to remind her of our good times in the past-

remember we used to- laugh till we cry?

remember we used to- debate about stuff?

remember our long walks - and short runs?

remember our dates?

our lunches and dinners?

our uncalled for snack times?

remember you taught me how to walk again after i 

dislocated my knee?

wasn’t it you who held my hand through therapy-

and even unnecessarily when we crossed the street?

my conversations of the past seem

unnecessarily irritative and repetitive

coz she’s moved on-

she’s grown

and i’m still 

i’m still the same-

i haven’t changed

i’m still standing 

where we left off

I came back- 

just to find you gone-

and now-

I don’t know how to move on-

So can someone please help me CPR this friendship?

Coz I used to make her smile-

but God’s jokes 

got her feeling like my humor’s weak-

see i 

used to wipe her tears-

but God doesn't even give her a reason to cry-

so i’m standing here like

 who am i?

what am i good for?

i used to make her talk-

but her silence got me feeling like my 

conversations 

not worth her station-

she be tuning into Yesu Fm-

If my audience feels me right now-

Can I get an "Amen"?

I need someone help me CPR this friendship-

and see normally I would turn to you God-

But seeing this may be a conflict of interest-

Can someone please help me CPR this friendship?

Coz it’s dying-

I know-

that against God I stand 

nowhere in competition-

But have you ever seen 

a crazy man on a mission?

I need someone to help me CPR this friendship- coz i know there’s a part of me inside me that is still trying

So

i’ll stay around baby-

just for old time sake-

i love you baby- 

and i could never use a break

i know that

what God shows you is real-

but that doesn’t make me fake-

we aren't dead yet baby girl

we just simply aint awake.

By:Angel Uwamahoro.