cherry wine

when you heard about
the high school friend passing.
you were stunned.
he was fun.
vibrant.
he cheated on every test
in physics class
by looking
over your shoulder,
stealing your hard earned
knowledge.
how easily he seemed
to glide
through life
with never a book in hand.
always late.
a breeze coming into the room.
everyone's friend.
he signed your yearbook
with words like
thanks for letting
me cheat on the exams, pal,
I owe you
a bottle of cherry wine,
which never came.