We Haven't Spoken In Almost a Year
Saturday, April 8, 2017
There are those people you begrudgingly have something in common with,
Because you work with them or your kids are the same age,
Or you live next door and can see into their living room blinds
When the sun pisses down the right amount of shine.
There are those people you’re sexually compatible with,
Because the kiss right after the sharp whiskey and before the hard wine
Tastes just right, because their chilled tongue touches your chilled tongue
And the table where you sit becomes soft like the edge of a mattress,
And the morning after doesn’t make you want to spit.
There are those people you bond with because your childhoods were similarly horrible
Or you favorite the same White Stripes song, or your eyes meet at just
The right time when the country curves and there’s a bill in Congress and your
Thoughts echo the same protest signs.
Then there are those people who set your world on fire,
Who you melt with, where your laughter any time after
Colors with their stain, and joy and madness
Both and the same are spelled with their name.
Those are always the people you have to leave behind so you can live again,
Even if saying goodbye means death to the only part of yourself
That ever knew a world worth living.