[This is just my expression to one of my dearest friends.]

Your Deportation - To My Friend Roberto ‘I Love You’

Dearest Robert, or so I call you.
Roll the ‘r’ and stress the ‘o’.
How could I have known what was really true,
Until the day I first met you.
All I saw was a Chilean man…
You know because you could grow facial hair so well.
How could I have known that cocaine was your best friend?
Only the stories I heard provided me a clue, but for myself those rumors would never do.
It started off casual, joking and fun,
When I noticed the spiral had just begun.
Friendship had turned to pals, turned to acquaintances.
Dry spells of times I could not see you.
But we both knew I was always right there; my bed was always a place for you to stay.
You’d call me and all would be well, except for your ‘habits’.
We made fun of your accent, we made jokes at your stories. The way you pronounce some words -- I have never laughed harder. Can you please say cheeseburger? Oh I love that.
Or the way you sang ‘In Bloom’ it was fantastic.
As we grew nearer we also grew apart.
I noticed a monster within you that grew stronger everyday.
Although I never saw you shoot up. I could see it.
How I wished I could save you all the time.
That I cared for you so much.
I remember the parties we went to together.
How drunk we were, and how we wrestled each other to the ground.
I can see it replay in my mind all the time.
As time went by things became worse.
Remember how you threatened my life when the balloon broke. It was my fault.
It was only a drug.
I didn’t see you for two months.
And then I heard you were to show up at a house I was at. I knew I wanted to see you, but I also wanted to leave. And then when we crossed paths you begged for my forgiveness.
And all I could feel was your kiss upon my cheek.
Things became better, not with your habits, but between us both.
I had to isolate from everyone, including you.
And months had passed to which I never saw you.
Then I heard you were living in Portland married to a woman.
[I don’t know how many times I heard you say ‘love of my life’]
You were still on heroine, and signs said you were not going to stop.
And when you decided you were to ‘clean’ yourself only the terrible happens.
Deportation.
Everyday I asked to see your green card. The picture was hilarious, and adorable at the same time.
Julian still has your school I.D.
And although we have experienced so much, there is not a day that passes where I don’t miss you. Despite how everyone seemed to be so mad at you. I was still loving you.
I still will.
I can hear your accent everyday.
I miss you Roberto. I will miss you.
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