can we start over old friend
i miss your summer laugh and winter skin
you entered my life in slow motion
and settled just below my skin
we were an odd combination
of young and slightly younger
and the part we discovered in each other
was what the other
had tried to cover
you were once all show and tell to me
once great ideas and dramatic overtures
street walking to singapore scores
and calling out in tarzan like roars
i was once the innocent
the one you barely knew
(perhaps the last line remains true)
the one more serious than the likes of you
i discovered an intriguing side of you
one whose thoughts seemed to weigh more than my own
one whose words unveiled nerves and plights and love sick fights
for them for her for you
you were more gentle than i knew
more cautious and more daring too
when given the choice you asked for the long
rather than the short side of my story
you listened without judgement
and asked questions i had yet to know
how to answer
(funny how that remains true too)
maybe i showed you a side of me
that few have come to know
one more laid back and wacky
sometimes even more so than you
maybe i surprised you
maybe i compromised some part of you
(or made it seem like i wanted to)
maybe my mouth spoke too soon
maybe it should have ended before it all began
but maybes were never made for me
old friend
and in the end of the end of the end
i think i met myself through you
so
all i really want you to know
is that i miss you
old friend
because in your own platonic way
you made the extra ordinary extraordinary
and that's all i want you to hear me say

3 circles and a square

he was
we were
silence
with an undertone of
something bordering
a feeling
wrapped in an
emotion
struggling to break
through the layers
of life
and
breathe

she was
we were
acquainted
when no one else
could see
arms outstretched
and notes passed
down from generations

he was
we were
heart broken
when together
and more miserable
when apart
counting down days
that gained a months weight
without showing any signs
of pregnant perfection

she was
we were
in love
with the same idea
and bound by
common ground

he was
we were
fools
by our own admission
and worldly in our dreams
as we played hopscotch
with worn out ankles
and tag without moving

he was
we were

she was
we were

united

you moved yourself a mountain of words
leaving trails of dirt behind the backs of
sunday morning hand washings
i stood in the sun watching your back
break through the leaves of newly formed trees
basking in the glow of an undecided rainbow
we met in the afternoon
a compromise of night time pleasures
and early morning sunrises
and we slept through the winter months
till we could no longer recognize
the smell of snow
we grew on coffee beans
and stored away the vacant dreams
for someone else to find them
ate the spring time rain
and lived in trees shaped like the arms
of two lovers embracing

we were free then