It's time
I wrote
about you.
One so prominent
in my variable life.
You held a grimace
as I danced among the refuse.
Catching little questions,
no hesitations in shock.
I wish I'd known the truth.
And how you gave your hands
to help the aches of hearts.
A heart we held in our hands,
poked with sticks,
wished worries at and away.
You know me like man once knew
the patterns of the sun.
I uttered my world
in reckless abandon.
Pretend for Ages, until
we took our last leaps
and chased down unknown inhibitions.
I wish I'd had the words
for you that night.
Scratching hands together,
I denied worlds
and wounds.
Old, yet unhealed,
they eat at you like
fat caterpillars on
leaves
in springtime.
I can only hope
your heart remembers
why you ever cared at all.
Despite sickly situations.
At times, it is the waves
of guilt
that take me most.
But as any other,
our friendship is one that
Evolves.
And now, I double back
and Begin. again.
I fail you, and yet I am you.
You and I and this funny ride,
shooting across highways like
laughter under gestured sleeves.
Hours passing, and yet
the clocks in our minds freeze .
I smile at the thought
of your mind
ensconced in
Chicago Skylines.
The Brilliance of your mind becomes my perception of You.""
