Poetry

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried

I wonder

If I kept writing

Would I fill this whole notebook up

Or die trying

Sometimes I just want to call you

Run away from the world

Even though I don't even like you anymore

And you certainly don't like me

And we probably never worked that great together anyways

The Look

Lingering

I look away

I recognize it

I know what it means

Why can't you let it go

I take care 

Of everyone

All the time

The oldest

At home

At school

Checking in with friends

Trying to comfort them on their drama

Without being pulled into it

Is there anyone out there?

I'm alone here

In the dark

Crushing weight on my shoulders

       I

                    Can't

I can't sleep

I know I need to

Ugh, again??

Usually I have trouble getting to sleep

In the summer

It's hot

But the AC's on and my earbuds are in

Relaxing music

What's the problem?

He waits each year

For that one week of the summer

Where he can feel free

And finally be himself 

Kin among kin

Finding safety in their differences 

He watches the young ones

People describe blueish green eyes as the ocean,

or the sky,

or there favorite color when they don't know what to call the shade they see...

that's boring.

I love the way your eyes look,

making me want to dive in,

reach the depths of the shades of greens and blues of the ocean hidden behind your dark lashes.

Knowing I'd drown,

sinking to the darkest parts.

It's sort of familiar

You next to me

I can't tell if it's me being familiar to you

How you feel beside me

Or familiar to

Being pressed against someone on a couch

(this has happened to me a lot)

Again, we piled onto the couches

Facing each other

The librarians told us to keep it down.

Again, we talked and laughed

Learned all the new drama

Caught up to each other's summer lives