There were friends there.
I think there were so many friends there.
Surrounded, surrounded!
Some smiled with their eyes.
Some surprised me with their remembrance.
Most, I barely knew.
I turn my thoughts backwards, steering into nearby memories…
Thoughts on mental and emotional intimacy in platonic interpersonal connections.
Waiting so softly with gentle anticipation,
my little fingers explore dangerous city streets
that hide under virtual black and stars.
I’m waiting for the real nightfall to cloak me,
to hold me close between mystery and obfuscation…
when these two meet
love given and love received
trembling hands fall still
.
(Is there anything greater that requited love?)
One day before you’re gone
When the need is too high again
You will need to dry your arm
For a second time
August 5, 2025
12:10 am
Thank you for hearing my words
Yes, but, more than that…
Thank you for reading my poetry
That, but, more importantly…
Thank you for discovering me
With me
.
July ?? – August 2, 2025
Tossing here since 3
Awake for over an hour
Fucking kill me please
.
4:15-ish a.m., on being awake for over an hour and being damn cranky about it.
On some days, like today
My mind can be content
But unstill
It jumps, it scatters
It’s happy but restless…
I see it in the face now
I hear it in the talks now
I hold it in the hugs now
Please let me keep this now
I feel it in my hair now
I keep it on the desk and in the bedside table now
Friends will come and friends will go
It’s the way of things, but please
Let me keep this now
I didn’t know how badly I needed this
Until it held me with a gaze I could crawl inside of
To rest
.
July 23 – 31, 2025
You can’t stay here
You may stay here, should you choose
You are wanted here, by many, without a doubt
But it’s written all over every cell of your body
That you can not stay here
That you will not stay here