I thought that you were different, Jesus.
I thought that you were above the drama,
that you might be untouchable somehow.
I hoped that we could just hang out forever:
always learning, always pushing the envelope
here-and-there, always lending a good hand,
and always together — the whole band of us.
But now you’re letting the world divide us,
intentionally, it seems, as if the past three
years aren’t important enough to fight for;
as if the conflict and arrest are suddenly
more important to you than friends.
You’re willing to lose us, willing
to lose me…but you didn’t ask
if I was willing to lose you.
