Blue Memories

/Wonder/
When I was young and stupid
as all boys of childhood are
my best friend told me
with a straight face that
he was a marvelous being
or, in his words, a vampire.
/Honesty/
But he could not, as all
vampires cannot, allow me
to tell others. It was a
secret between myself and he.
/Betrayal/
So, by both gossip and
stupidity, I told my
friends what I'd heard,
sealing it with my stamp
"You can't tell anyone!"
/Curiosity/
The pace of time quickened,
and every time I saw
best friend I wished to
see him prove my beliefs
and his, right.
/Desire/
I longed
to see his fangs, or
some other stupid
compendium that makes
an unnatural thing.
/Pride/
My interest reached
a head and I could not
stop thinking about
the exciting life I'd
live, knowing the 'true'
identity he had so
carefully hid.
/Truth/
When I finally found out
that he had lied, I
was heartbroken. I
have yet to believe,

but
sometimes, in the late hours
of the night, I wish, and
perhaps I still believe,
that he was a vampire.