You (and YOU)

A few gone years
wondering why i
still felt and looked
like a kid and wishing
I wasn't
but then in our
Fourth time
around
you died
and thats where
i learned that life
was grey and confusing
and i became an adult

The next year we became
closer and you cast me
in a brilliant show and
your genius inside was
exposed and then the
inspiration flowed
and I acted and learned
and lived and learned
where to begin
to examine life
and went beyond
my years and knew things
young men my age never
thought about and i was
an adult with you

The next year
i saw YOU across
a crowded room
and melted into
the next stage of
intimacy and found
companionship
and went to the city
and saw those lights
in that little restaurant
reflecting off OUR glasses
of wine or in my first time
with sushi or my first
absolute and timeless
love affair with YOU and
was taught to write and
keep writing and that
these moments are
what the arts are
made of and what
WE see of each other
is truth beauty freedom
and love and lived
in the adult world
or some fabrication
of it.
YOU said hello
and shared your
thoughts and I've
lost my words
and don't
remember how
to respond or
try friendship
and i want to
to answer
YOUR mess
or confusion
but my mess is
a confusion, that
my silence is more
explained in these
meters of writing
YOU've taught me
to create. where
do i begin, my faults
and lack of communication
is my failed attempt to
for find the order of the
six words i can only
write

I'm sorry but I love you.

But this year
a mere sign of
you finding me
after the years
of trapped thoughts
and now we
lay
prickly
and thin
like kids
in a field of
thankfulness
of the safety of
the universe.

"Beyond the ridge to the west,
the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and pond
you put your hand in mine
Said, “Time has bridled us both
but I remember you, too” i & w

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