A meeting that is short and unexpected. Maybe significant or insignificant but you see, if it was insignificant I wouldn’t be here. We both wouldn’t be and yet somehow we visit this scene at different times of the day. Carrying flowers incase I find you there and yet careful to leave no trace that I was ever there.
There, I replay your voice like a song I know so well. Fading in and out of the pauses between us like a faded dream or something old friends would understand. But we aren’t old friends. Friendship doesn’t describe us and I am afraid I don’t want it to. I don’t know what to do with you as my friend. Maybe I’m selfish or whatever but for some reason, I’m willing to let all reason die. My mind is on vacation!
What do old friends say to each other when they can’t sum up the words?
A happy accident.
Greetings have lingered on longer than they should have. I wonder what we would say to each other if greetings were not our delicacy of escape? I’m afraid my eyes betray me at every chance. Grabbing every opportunity to expose my heart. I know I’ve always had my heart on my sleeve but these few seconds, of exchange, oddness, glances garnished with humor and desire, don’t deserve a depth of my heart. And yet I am aware of each one of them. Time is shorter than my memories of us, at least in mind. The lines draw near and I would never know! Here, time is a concept and boundaries are magic that disappear with the wand.
This room is larger with you in it.
Microexpressions, too loud Brief as breath Not meant to stay, but to mark A time, a moment Of haste. But how can I be so untouched as you are? I don’t want to be That. You are, A Sweetness My words still cannot touch
"You are, A Sweetness My words still cannot touch"
Lord Jesus, I wish this poem was about me haha