….true self is what brought you here to me
A place where we can accept this love
Friendship battered down by useless history,
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir
You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together, making chance into starlight
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want
I have no right to wonder just how, or when
And though the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend…