Understood

We were friends

(sort of)

Your defiant blond hairs

    bobbed

        laughed at my jokes

Your steel blue eyes

    weren’t afraid

        of what I had to say

People didn’t get us

You were

    Blunt

            Unapologetic

                  Wild

                          A good listener

I was

    Careful

        Meek

            Observant

                You were hiding

                behind your pain

                I was sure of it

                I had been there

                once

                myself

A bitter winter day

Christmas break

After swim practice

I thrusted a drawstring bag into your hands

    Walked away

        Heart thrumming like a hummingbird’s              fragile            wings

I took a shower

Waited

    impatiently

for the dark judgment that was sure to come

Paused.

I gave in

Fingers trembling

Froze.

“Did you like it?”

 

 

                    eternity.

 

 

“You made me cry. Twice.”

Breathed.

My words. Had. Power.

I was building

            kingdoms   

             bridges

                                                friendship

And then

His brown leather book

In my hands

Returning the favor.

    Illustrated poetry

                    (Sometimes just the illustration part)

He was dark   

                                            I was light

He was suffering                                   

I was healing

He was lost

                                            I was found

A trade                    (Trying on new shoes)

The words we couldn’t                    

(or wouldn’t)

say face

to

face. Our hearts       

hopes           

dreams

(It feels good to be understood)

 

People didn’t get us.

This poem is about: 
Me

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