Friendships

Friends are
so simple
when you have them.
A wave, an embrace,
doesn't realize how important it is until
you're half a world away,
a 2-day journey by air if I even just wanted
a hug.

I was reading Bentlily again...

Coffee stain on my poetry book
Tells you I was either enjoying myself
Or panicking
At time of impact.

The first one

19 Days from now
I leave.
14 Days from now, it sets in. I know what will happen.
15 Days, I beg for mercy,
"LET ME CANCEL MY PLANE TICKET!"
16 Days, a small
trickle of tears remains and I know death is inevitable.
17 Days, a quiet calm,
fake? Maybe. I don't question it.
I just clench my teeth and pretend like
I asked for the calm resilience to eat my insides.
18 Days,
Silence.
I squelch the good, the bad, the happy, the fiersome truth thoughts
that would warn me of what will happen at 6:45 on
Day 19.


I leave for Australia in 19 days and will be gone for over 6 months... so I'm back to writing a poem a day since I have nothing better to do with myself during my prolongued break.
Perhaps I will even continue my poem a day into my semester abroad. Who knows.

Here Comes Carl

Here Comes Carl
Tiptoeing over water,
Wendy in hand.
He breathes in swells
Humid life force,
Chilling messages:
"You can't see me,
Always a little too far, always
Sneaking,
Too fast,
Too grey."
There is mercy in the soil
When Carl and Wendy come
Kissing like mad
Lovers and you
Beneath them,
A subject to their love of the
ocean.