Dear
about to start my second draft
and I need to talk to you
it’s uncharted territory
big stuff
expectations. hopes. ideas
we must discuss
what others have said, articles read
I’m scared
but weirdly prepared. Like, I can do this.
can I do this?
where are you?
think I might know
while having no fucking clue
about
something you never got to do
can that be right
feels untrue
selfish, me. Just wish you were here-
and I’m still listening to Taylor Swift. I know
it’s sad
… you preferred me as a goth boy
maybe I did too
never got to send the lyrics I speared
and I’ve been meaning to tell you
how I volunteered?
parts of my life
already different and remade
paths being erased, fazed
and where are you anyway?
I ran today
pulled out my phone
to send a g’day
you’re not there
who would check
we really need to chat
It’s just not fair
you went away
and
how is it
that I stay
Photo: Claire Doble
I am beyond words…Your writings…words magically spun infusion ..
I am breathless
You pull me in with my empathic spirit. Leaps & bounds
Oh how I long to create the imagery with the subrtle wisdom & depth as you…
Then I remember..
An old-timer tells me (when I am at almost 12 years sober)
“Don’t let comparison kill your joy”…..
Thank you…
Izeda