I was interested in
boys when I was
eight years old and
luckily so was a
neighbor a year younger
curiosity is like looking
for something in a
dark room eyesight fails
and the other senses
double down I remember
being mesmerized by our
differences he being small
and brown and quiet
and I being bigger
and white and gregarious
and now fifty years
later I know that
what was once innocent
curiosity would later become
desire that didn’t matter
then just like all
discoveries into something new
all that mattered was
scratching that one specific
itch in a place
never to be reached
Category: Friendship
MissMaybe
I miss them all
each one of them
and at night now
I sit in darkness
wondering
I sit in darkness
wondering
when maybe and if
maybe I’ll see another
maybe
I sit in darkness
wondering when maybe where
maybe and if maybe
I will ever stop
missing them like this
wondering
maybe
News
It’s the news that
you know is coming yet
you never wish to
hear it’s never uttered
by those involved but
shared by someone else
he’s dying I’m told
it’s a sucker punch
you think of him
first naturally but then
as the shock washes
over you you think
of yourself and remember
it’s the remembrance that
pulls the air out
like a vacuum picking
up dirt and dust
and then they come
the tears oh the
tears not because of
sadness but of joy
for then you know
that he will go
and he will remain
a part of you
NeverEverAgain (to Melvin)
I just found out that a friend of mine was dying. Our last conversation was a terrible argument that ended things. Today I was reminded of this saying: “Never be mad because you never know when.”
TurnInTurn
Some of my favorite
things is watching change
as nights turn to
days and days turn
to nights as sun
turns to rain and
as rain turns to
sun as summer turns
to fall to winter
and then to spring
I guess that I
like the turning most
when friends turn into
lovers and lovers turn
back into friends there’s
a rhythm a pulse
in things that change
a drumbeat that’s seen
and yet never heard
