Moving quietly
Finding each other’s fragments
Meeting at crossroads
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Moving quietly
Finding each other’s fragments
Meeting at crossroads
Songs can really rewind us.
Winter’s last cool night
Bright eyes crinkling and shining
Friend’s laughter joyful
Apx. 11:30 p.m.
I’ve called on others to analyze me
To evaluate and judge me
To name me as they see fit
Hoping to understand
What they understand
bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
…
Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?
Call out my name
Shout it across the house to summon me
To the kitchen to cut vegetables with you
Sing it to me at sundown for soothing comfort
As if I myself am the sweet lullaby
…
People say that doing the right thing is the most difficult
They also tell me I should stay
I live on, needed,
this unshakable feeling
…
I have no great preoccupation with romance.
I have no deep obsession with the physical satisfaction
that’s only a small, perhaps even optional part
of our experiences connecting us as human beings.
Some only care about interlocking body parts:
…