I wonder when I see you here.
I wonder if you are actually reading.
I wonder if you see yourself in the words I weave.
I wonder if you look for the clues I leave for you.
The Song of Roland,
Pillow Book, and Rubáiyát,
Filled a waning eve
To grieve Time's untimely sword,
Swift and true as Durendal.
You gave me back my heart with an apology and a request for friendship. We'll refine and redefine.
I neither mourn nor celebrate. It was a note in the sweet song that is my life. I will not wait until tomorrow to dance.
I wish that everyone could have this kind of loyalty and love in their lives. This person has been my best friend for over 20 years. He is so faithful. Time and again, I would have let the friendship go the direction of all those which slip away slowly and silently until you barely wonder at the loss of them. But he held onto me, through everything in my life and all of my less-than-stellar moments, (even coming to that dreadful poetry reading!)
I love you, Mickey. All the people I chose to be recipients of my heart have come and gone, and still we stand. You are one of the best men I have ever known and even the word, "gratitude" cannot express how honored I am that you would treasure my friendship.
I found this in my email after a great night of coffee, friendship, and randomness:
....I love you
From the core of my being.... I love you
For the smile and the greeting and the hug and care....I love you
Thank you for having coffee with me this evening.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for your tears.
Thank you for your joy when someone thinks good things about me.
Thank you for being happy for my successes and the successes of those I love.
Thank you for not being afraid...
I often isolate myself, hiding my true feelings behind what I should be
With you I can put aside the mask and be me
I am thankful that I can call you friend;
although you are so much more
I am thankful that you are in my life;
and hope you will always be
When we go our separate ways I'm always left with things we could have talked about,
questions we could have explored,
moments we could have shared,
memories we could have resurrected
But I guess those must be left for another time
to spend with my best friend.
...I love you
I fell through your eyes,
Past an assault rifle
And a vending machine.
I fell through your guitar
And your Shimano brakes
Until you exhaled me
With your cigarette smoke,
A grey smog that hung
Heavy in the air
Only a moment more
As you sit before the open window
Considering where I might be
And why I have abandoned you.
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