what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

I walked through the door from my own ignorance
To find the stars awaiting me
Laughing and asking me what took so long
I simply replied
I cried and I died
The growth soon came after
So did my ride
But I wouldn't call it pride
Just Inside

i know i'm supposed
to be okay
i drew the lines
i walked away
but for the record
i don't feel like i won
i'm not celebrating
or having much fun
we were a team
now you're just blocked
couldn't stand to see
you become someone your not
years from now
maybe we'll meet again
but tonight i'll just remember
what it was like to be your friend

everyone’s finally going to sleep
but were waking up
watching the sky change colors
feeling the air become warmer
hearing the birds chatting

how could you sleep?