Today I thought of you
for the first time in a while.
It was this time of year
that you got a hold of me--
unexpectedly.
I couldn’t remember
the last time we spoke
one on one.
So I had you over--
everyone else was gone.
You came to my house
drunk as usual,
but I didn’t mind.
You fell asleep in my bed,
holding me
Tightly
as we slept.
When I woke up
In the morning I was surprised
you hadn’t left.
I let you sleep, attempting
to make pancakes.
Which weren’t half bad
For lack of
ingredients.
You and I
could relate quite well,
We were missing
traditional
conventionality.
When you woke up
we laughed
At my efforts
Drinking our coffee.
Your conversation
Intriguing.
You always made me
Think deeply
regardless of the subject.
I guess that added to
what I saw in you,
that intellection
drew me in,
but also pushed me away.
I had a feeling you wanted
that distance too
and perhaps that’s why
it was ok.
That’s why I don’t
regret the dynamic
of the thing we were in.
I think of you
on this December night
I know you’re far away
Even though we don’t
Talk anymore
I hope the best for you.
