There is something good and clean about the way that we all stare at the stars.
Still, even now.
Even after the summer is over and the leaves have fallen.
After we’ve tucked our hopes under our tongues,
biting down until they disappear.
This is a love letter to my friends, the ones who keep coming back for more.
The night we carried a canoe around town,
hearts so warm that I couldn’t feel the cold.
We move through life burning like matches, keeping each other alight
when the flame wanes.
I still think there’s something magical about
driving down the road with your friends,
watching them shiver at the gas pump.
I still think it’s a small miracle when someone loves your feet,
just for holding you up.
I still think it’s a form of grace to stay up nights, talking.
When there’s always someone there, with the calamine,
a hot cup of tea, a bowl of cherries.
And I know this is too much,
sticky fingers and
spilled hearts and,
I’m trying to forget about everything except the love I’ve been given.
I only want love protected by the pines, love that’s hard,
but that I can sink my teeth into and taste July.
A poem about my amazing friends and the love I have for them!!!!!