We haven’t talked in some time…
It’s as if I’ve begun to forget the sweetness of your name, a taste once so familiar to my lips,
I am straining to remember what it felt like to have you near, to remember your arms opened and everstretched in my direction…
Even when I wasnt looking for embrace, you somehow always knew
Lately I’ve been reminiscing on how natural you felt, on how you were a familiar, safe space in an unfamiliar world
-i was more timid in those days. I shared infrequently and with few.
But he world doesn’t seem as big now as it once did.
-These days I share more with many, which I find to be ironic because you taught me that I have something to share in the first place.
But I still need to know that you’re there,
On the quiet and calm days,
When the pen ceases spilling truth and pages cease holding it in