he speaks to me
in verse
his words
drip
like honey
sweet
like nectarine in the summertime
sweet
he teaches me
spontaneity
he tells me not to argue
about the past
and just live in the moment
(because we have no future)
forget the years
the months
the weeks
the days, he says
i live for the moments
i remember the moment
when we first met
and
how you made me feel
exhales
i hang on his every word
like callused hands
on monkey bars
tightly
but
tenderly
i miss him
and he knows it
there's this
ache-in-my-bones
kind of yearning for him
and he knows that
the only thing keeping us
apart
is practicality
he and i both know
that what we had was
beautiful
but not practical
and unfortunately
we can't be 21 forever