May 7, 2023
There’s Something about loved people
Je ne said quoi, the sun
Sitting snugly inside them
And so many
Tokens of affection around them
Photos, cups, posters, books, notes
All full of love. Their friends
Know when they are nervous
Because they pick their cuticles
Or that their favorite color is blue or
Any number of other notes and clues on
Personality remembered by
Tens of people, maybe twenty,
Thirty
As a group.
If someone like that cares for you
In some way, makes
A little room for you inside
Their head
Will it extend?
Would you become
A shining star of a human being?
Probably not.
Though I can spend some time
Imagining how that would be.
It feels so shameful, ugly
Grayly uncomfortable
to be me
right now
the comparison
leaves me inconsolable