On that night when we cried together
On that night when you showed me that song
On that night when we hugged forever
I had no inkling I would miss it all so much
I had no inkling I would miss the environment so much
I had no inkling I would miss you so much
Which, as you should know, says a lot
Since I knew from the start that I'd miss you so
Since I love you dearly
Which should be obvious by now
The other day when I got your message that you liked the postcard I sent
The other day when I tried to write you that letter
The other day when my teacher said to write a character in your life who's worth living on the page
I'm not one for talking on the phone, but I tried it for you
I'm not one for some words, but I use them for you
I'm not one for patterns, but I'm doing it for you
So anyways, I'll type up that letter eventually
So anyways, I'll send you these silly poems, as well, even though my ribs are opened wider than is comfortable (because if you didn't take my heart, my entire self would shatter)
So anyways, songs I hear and stories I read undoubtably remind me of you
I miss everyone so much I feel I cannot function
I miss everyone so much it makes me wonder if I should've stayed home
I miss everyone so much it makes me realize the cruelty people other than you possess
But I continue here because you believe in me (which is such an honor I can't even begin to say)
But I continue here because you are my muse
But I continue here because the bitterness I may face will make our reunion twice as sweet
Joe, I should be asleep
Joe, It's 3:49 in the morning
Joe, I look as horrendous as we did when we camped out in the exercise room (although I surely look worse due to halloween makeup I practiced on myself)
Affectionate is what you are
Affectionate is what I wish to be
Affectionate is what you make me be
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for supporting me through everything (I don't think you could ever even fathom how much your kindness means to me)
Thank you for everything
At Christmas I'll see you
At Christmas I'll be unconditionally happy again
At Christmas I'll be with my beloveds (meaning you)
Minnesota means I don't have to fear rampant homophobia
Minnesota means I'll feel at home without fearing the underlying vitriol that lingers where I am now
Minnesota means I'll return to the arms I hugged for hours
I should really end this poem
I should really attempt to get some sleep
I should really stop pining over seeing you again, but you're one of my muses, so, of course that cannot happen
Regardless, you know I love you
Regardless, you know I miss you
Regardless, you are one of the best friends I've ever had (I knew that before, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this really proves it, love)
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