Those stories we swap
in the heat of the night
Those secrets we share
on the cool mattress springs
Beyond the ears of the world
the prying eye of the sun
that’s where you’ll feel
our friendship in full flight
In real life
In real life
Those laughs that catch us
loose and disarmed
in a parked car at the riverside
Those conversations deep
that push through to the bone
binding our minds
in timeless chains of trust
In real life
In real life
I sit before the mirror, this portal
the exhausting window
the only current pathway to our friendship
and I wither
So much thinner
eyes zooming out
Staring at the word ‘real’
it starts to look odd to me
have I spelled it wrong
is everything rearranged
jumbled by this dull familiarity
eyes squinting hard
Does it mean our foundation is flawed
if it doesn’t sing aloud through this disaster
I know you’ll be there for me
I am here and waiting
O, the sooner we can be together
the sooner we can laugh again
In real life
In real life…
[2021]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Simply beautiful.
Adore it 🖤🖤
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Thank you 😊 That’s high praise indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting. 😃
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You’re always welcome my friend 🖤🖤
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Wow💫💫
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Oh thank you 🙏 So glad you liked this one. First poem I’ve finished in months.
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Yes, its quite evocative.🍀
It’s my pleasure.
Keep writing 😊
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Can’t say enough good things about this! Hope you find more and more words in the coming weeks, months, and years. You always bring a lot to the table!
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Let’s hope real life really is just around the corner…
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Yes, let’s hope! You’re welcome!
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