Tag: friendship

Reading passages over and over

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Reading passages
over and over
but not like last time
with that other book
this time
I read the passages
over and over
for the comfort they offer
and sensations they generate
within my body
reminding me
to be vulnerable
to release through art
to create
to let go of perfectionism
to just be
with the people who know me
and even those who don’t
like she did
with the guy who wanted to know her
who didn’t run away
waited for her
until she was tired of hiding
and bared all to him
and they promised
to help each other
no matter how broken
they both feel
because no one is broken.

– Inspired by the book “The Words We Keep” by Erin Stewart

More than anyone else

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More than anyone else from my past
I think of you.

I wonder where life has taken you,
whether it has pulled or guided you
to wherever you are now.

I wonder how much of your personality
would be exactly the same
as it was ten years ago,
like I remember.

I wonder of all the experiences
you have lived through
and how curious I am, and would be,
to hear about them.

I wonder at what it would be like
to see you again.

I wonder how those first few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be tentativeness?
Would there be liberation?
Would there be comfort?

I wonder how those last few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be longing?
Would there be satisfaction?
Would there be a strengthened friendship?

More than anyone else from my past
I think of you
and wonder
if you wonder these things about me, too.

people come and go

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My world has been turned
upside down because of you,
when you first entered it
and now, as you’re leaving.

I feel the ground crumble beneath my feet,
what I believed to be long-lasting
is not.
People come and people go,
including you.

I will join you in your excitement
and hold no resentment,
but this place will not be the same without you.
I will find a new way forward
though I don’t want to.

turning over tables

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People come and they go
at the tables next to us.
Young, old, male, female,
I could offer only simple descriptions
when my focus is you.
A reunion of sorts
with chances for real conversation
months in the making.
The hours pass
and tables turn over
until no one but us is here.

Time is never enough
until it has to be.

now, our reunion

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Embrace the space
which has come between us,
growing wider and deeper each day
until now,
our reunion.

Tell me of you, and I’ll you of me,
learning of new and remembering of old
until the space disappears.
Back to the way we were,
two peas back into our pod.

I was lost,
tangled in the seaweed of the deep, dark waters,
praying for a chance
to gasp in oxygen until my lungs burst,
yearning for someone to extend a hand,
until today.