We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
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We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…
Alongside others,
squinting in the noonday sun:
still walking alone
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.
Night air crisp and quiet
Goodbyes finally ring true
Honest and hollow
I’ll meet you there someday
At the crossroads under a full moon
We’ll take a moment to pause
Barely breathing in our excitement
Remembering days long gone
That once seemed so banal
But somehow feel precious now in the dark
…
I’ve been curling slowly into withdrawal of late
Slowly, discreetly; time marching on
With no complaints, with no fanfare
Just reduction
…
There’s rarely fights
(We’re too solid for that, after all)
There’s just insidious malcontent
Morphing into anger first
And then, sometimes, madness
Turned inwards, burning from the inside out
…
How your voice somehow seems richer to me when you say their name
How your eyes look different in ways my mind cannot quite fully grasp
When you speak of them
When you share with me the plans your heart carries
Of your greatest possible future
…
The last flickering flame was stamped on
Smothered and choked
We wave the last creeping tendrils away
As if swatting flies
…