your words
fall lightly
upon my ears
and I suspect
they always will
I see
the good
in everyone.

You talk about love
like you feel
You talk about tomorrow
like you know
You talk about us
like its real.

I know you are
reaching out
I know you know
I am reaching too
It’s just our
reaching
is a bridge too far.

You are a
beautiful example
of what happens
when privilege
has a conscience

don’t look to me for honesty
for honestly
not sure if I can give it
don’t look to me to truth
for truthfully
not sure if I understand it
don’t look to me for love
for lovingly
I’ll decline it.

there is
nowhere
you will ever go
no depth
no height
no valley
no peak
no desert
no sea
no joy
no sorrow
there is
nowhere
you will ever go
no abyss
deep enough
for me
not to find you
and carry you home
again .

I am getting older
and you are too
I might not be around
to know the older you
but you
got to know
the older me
which I suspect will look
a lot like
the older you
and
I got to know
the younger you
which I know
although you won’t agree
looks a hell of a lot
like me!