looked for you
for 21 years,
wondered
what you were
up to when some
nights felt lonely,
saw you in
every person
I came across
everyday,
thought about
your existence
way too many times,
and many times
more I taught
myself not to,
and here you are,
a call away,
your touch;
a hug away,
your presence;
a heart beat away.

what a name
for a poem
but those are the words
i chant in my head
as i try
and try
to make the right decisions
so history does not repeat itself

that part of the brain
which is not fully developed
until your mid twenties.

well, i am 25.

so get to work, now,
you cerebral prefrontal cortex, you.

she didn’t tell secrets
but she liked to whisper

her words were never shallow
and she was never scared

no matter how far we sank

she sang songs I never heard
and taught them to me

we sang songs they never heard