i talked to omari today

MY OMARI POEM

so I talked to omari today.
quite a momentous occasion.
So rare!
i wished i talked to him more,
but i dont.
he said that i could come and stay with him in houston on my way out to utah.
and then he said i couldnt come and stay with him in houston on my way out to utah
so we didnt stay with him in his apartment on our way out to utah.

i miss omari and hope that he is well.
he says he will come and visit me in utah.
i sincerely hope that is true.

i was recently reminded of this one time
when omari was home from houston
for hurricane reasons,
and I was also free,
we decided to hang out.
He said that i should pick him up in front of our old middle school,
which made little sense to me,
but i sat there idling in my mother's red minivan, still.

He wasn't there.

I called him
multiple times
as per usual
and finally after a few inaudible exchanges
Omari stepped out of a black SUV that pulled up on the other side of the street
something an elusive rockstar or shady personality would do.

We drove around and talked about things
like we always do
which was nice
comforting
revives my faith in connection between people on earth.
We talked about how we think there will be a book
or perhaps only a chapter
written about the time we are living in right now.
Bush! Obama! Economy! War!
It was so right
such a profound thought at the time
but the more I think about it, there are books
written about every time.
Is there a time you cannot find something written on?
So one day there will be a book
written on this time that we are living in
this time that we predicted would be chronicled in print
and I will buy that book
and write something nice in it
and send it to Omari.
Wherever he may be.

After we talked about books on time,
it was time to go back home.
Wherever that may be.
I always hate dropping Omari off,
specifically, at his house behind the JoAnn's
because the older we get,
and the further apart we move,
I dont know the next time I will get to see
Omari.