He likes the solidity
Of having protection,
His big friendly guardian
Always beside him.
She liked the companionship,
How he always had a quip.
They talked about everything under the sun
And even beyond, past the moon's dip.
Sometimes she'd spray him with mud, and sometimes he'd slow her down.
Sometimes they'd fight
Or not get along.
But although they are different,
The two friends are true -
The bestest of buddies,
The next day good as new.
Posted in response to the challenge Elephant.
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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