'Renee' by Ravyn LaRue

Oh you make this easy for me-

I’m the sort who already regularly writes poems of Wendigos

(Which, thankfully, you do, too)

This would’ve been inevitable, no matter what.

That’s not even mentioning the preternatural kindredness I feel towards you.

I’m awkward in person, and I wish I weren’t

Because when my shell is cracked

We interact so splendidly!

You and I share the standoffish first impression, bit-

Much to both of our dismays

But I’m just so happy you exist.

It’s as if we live in the same strange thought-up dimension.

And I’m so happy that the both of us will be pursuing our glorious eccentric dreams.

I brag about yours.

I almost can’t believe you’re setting out to do something so spectacular-

There’s a song called Astronaut which reminds me of you, of course.

I belt along when it plays.

It’s about the singer’s sister, I think.

And so the lyrics hold weight.

That weight is because she loves the astronaut, and so she fears for her, in the most loving of ways.

I will worry about you, but that’s inevitable.

I’m neurotic by nature.

I believe in many supernatural things-

I was scared by the security system, you know.

You are such a magnificent stew of things I adore.

I’ll miss you.

Well, I’ll miss nearly everyone, but you in particular.

Because you will be out past the stratosphere.

You’ll be off in the cosmos.

And I’ll be lying flat on the steady ground.

Thinking about the aliens you might meet.

Yes, I believe in them, too.

I love that you don’t think I’m stupid, to keep an eye out for apparitions and to be wary of curses.

This is very stream of consciousness: a short history of nearly nothing.

I hope you don’t mind.

But you don’t seem to mind me, when I’m at my me-est, so I wouldn’t imagine that this, of all things, would be bothersome enough to be your breaking point.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have time for you.

I just didn’t have time for writing.

But now, like the afore mentioned singer, I pound my keyboard passionately.

This is my silly little way.

You really are special to me, and though my feelings get twisted and mangled and come out weird when I try explaining them-

I trust that you get it.

Because you seem to understand me.

And that’s a comforting feeling.

You have a nice slice of my heart, really you do.