dear diaree. with every inch of my sixteen year old heart, naddy.
even when I’m standing on the edge of everything
that suddenly means nothing at all
a not so distant memory cant be chased away.
you’re the last haunting note
played in minor that I hear when I leave the concert hall.
and me&you is a singular that won’t fall apart.
it’s a noun, verb or adjective;
whatever you please
because we encapsulate looks, thought and heart.
with arms spread wider than an eagle’s
I trust in you
and fall at such a ferocious velocity -
till you buoy me on currents so gentle
that the wind stops rushing by.
time grows fat and listless
and plagues me like stretch marks on a thigh
when your arms and moments of bliss
spent doing absolutely nothing
have left me
there’s almost nowhere left to be invisible anymore
I need to hide
because the world doesn’t see me like you do,
the way you do.
no box nor tin nor ziplock bag
can contain those moments
even pictures are but pictures,
mere frozen moments.
feelings are unphotographable.
and on this midsummer’s night dream
when I’m wandering lonely as a cloud
I bite my lips
and try to remember/forget
the way we used to be.
in warm sunlight bathed me&you,
and glancing back to that unadulterated instant
when a loose strand of my hair blew across your face
and tickled your nose on the esplanade by the bay
I’ve never known a friend like you.
i want this to be a friendsforever.
__SMILE (:
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