I used to see us standing there
a double of you and a double of me
in the future that was always coming but never came
now I see nothing, behind or in front
there are no doubles and there is no us
and even your shadow (he held on so long)
dissolved in my hand in the sun
we always knew how
to read each other best when
on different pages
part of me wishes
that I could go back to when
I believed in you
all the days of us
all the days and all the ways
you picked me back up
don’t mind me, I’m just
stretching out this old band of
friendship til it breaks
a friendship born from proximity
built by convenience
sustained by ease
grown with laughter and lightness and trust
grown into something true.
picked apart by speculation
broken down by complication
tossed aside by the space between us and
sentenced to death by time.
floats on the foam in your cup
what does it taste like?
He had a mole on his back, directly in between his shoulder blades. It was a deep red-brown, the color of his freckles, the color of mine, and it stood out against his skin whether it was pale or tanned. It was small as far as moles go, hardly bigger than a big freckle, but I noticed it, I knew it, I loved it.
He was only a friend but I can only imagine, if he had been more, how much more I would have loved it.