Sonnet for Friends

In one visit to the bathroom, the twenty-three years 
of my life vanish and reappear as a sense of awesome relief.
I know nothing about Paris and pick-up games in the Champs de Mars.
I know nothing about rollerblading down Selden Street 
or 360s off my neighbor's front porch. I have forgotten 
Mercutio's monologue: Queen Mab has never been 
with me, nor with my best friend Romeo. Charles Laporte Bisquit,
whom I met at the École Bilingue, is now at the London 
College of Law. Franco Garcia lost himself in the Reservoir.
Louise Trueheart, whom I once thought I would marry
is living in Brooklyn, New York, along with 40%
of the people I know. In one visit to the bathroom, 
the twenty-three years of my life vanish, and reappear 
as a sense of awesome relief, followed by tears of unfathomed grief.