i wonder if you’re still reading me
the way someone who is captivated
by Shakespeare still reads him
even though nothing new has been written
since at latest sixteen sixteen
and don’t get me wrong,
i’m not comparing myself here
i just don’t know many greats
and Will was the first
to pop into my under-educated brain
sometimes i forget how to breathe
especially when i encounter a soul
i deeply wish i could fall in love with
without breaking a heart – hers, his, mine
and there’s more to me, of course
one story in particular
that i can’t bring myself to type
even though i wish you could know
the ambulance door was stuck
from the inside
little fingers had pushed it in
then he did it over again
just so I would help the little person out
so it could recall your number
but i could never call your number
maybe stay up just to send you a text at 1 AM
because you never seem to be around when i am
there’s nothing to write now
i can’t do this right now
everything is alright now
end-capped a parade
and like an idiot, waved
because in games
where no one can win
always get hurt
in a while and
I noticed your
mouth had a
and a smell too.
Love like an ocean.
You have kept me from drowning.
You, God: both water.
Nothing yet. Just November.
Older now. Cooler somehow.
Losing light. Ends tied.
Love present. Bright fluorescent.
Study me. Poem written.
*Note: This is an old poem from November of 2009 or 2010, not positive on the year. It started as an uninspired Facebook status and grew into a poem that I count as a favorite.
You need love to shine.
I need sunshine to thrive.
Light brown hair now,
but you would argue
that it’s lighter brown.