Tragic Comedy

I remember Debbie in the second grade
I picked up the torch and it burned bright
I carried it for her.
Eventually it died
Another’s turn to light it
Still it went unnoticed
An awkward kid wearing his heart on his sleeve
It got knocked off to many times to count.
Always it was the F word
Friend. Good enough for that
Still the flame burned
Burned until I was consumed
I still bear the scars today
Trying to attain the unattainable
It never worked for me