and, well- maybe we won’t know each other anymore-
it’s likely that we’ll fade from each other’s lives
like faces in photographs that you keep on your desk
and pass by every day until one morning you pick it up
try to tag each face in the crowd
and say, i remember her, but what was her name-
maybe we’ll move on, maybe we’ll both grow up
to have beautiful wives and if i knew yours now
i’d be jealous and insecure, because i was never
good enough to be her-
if i knew her now i’d be jealous
but maybe by then i’d have grown up enough
to be okay not being perfect
most probably, you’ll replace me
and that in itself
is reasonable cause for panic-
i could hide in the corner for days
and weep just because i’m going to miss you
because in a few months i’ll be gone,
but all i care about
is that we’re here right now
agreeing (but not doing anything)
about how stupid people are
sharing dreams and
favorite melodies
or maybe just laughing
at some stupid joke you made
all i care
is that we’re here now
happy
and you don’t seem sick of me
and i actually feel like being alive
today
you asked me once,
why do you keep tying your shoes
when they’re bound to come undone
within the next five minutes
and i said,
you have to keep a hold
on the little things
or else
they’ll slip from your grasp
(i could ruin this right now
but-)
i know this isn’t forever
but i’d like to be here as long as i can
–
written r1mar2012.
this poem is top-heavy! but i like it that way. just fading away sleepily.
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idiography 