Dear You

 

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

One comment

  1. 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

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