Friendship
Location
A hundred leagues of flame
To which I never held a match.
Comfort stings without the smothering gift of rain
But the catch is to collect
Without it slipping through the pain
Of burnt fingers.
And I’ve felt of that
Epigraph that projects the wind shears.
Scripted laughs have modded hugs,
Hinge fears.
My affections birthed an orphan
Subtly begrudge them while I produce endorphins
A story of motherly love
And matricide.
Forced by the proletariat
Of dictators, single-party marriage acts.
They should be frowned upon
Rejection is all but crowned among cliques.
Attitude may fit but
I have never received such gratitude.
Shuffle home, alone, shun and shift
the mind into lower gear.
Hear nothing but the
Click.
Click.
Click.
Another night gone for the void.
Immersion to forget about life
For just a little while longer.
Fight the dreading of a dawning day.
Invites. No.
Not plural.
Invite. I think nuts, like a squirrel.
Accept. Except the effects are still unknown.
Stutter. Another moment of clutter.
Phone. Yes. I accept.
Arrive in darkness. My sun has yet to rise.
On time, it could, but I do not wish for cold skies.
Teary eyes. Weary heart.
I may be badly hurt.
But it rose.
Blossoming true.
And I have never been happier.