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Thursday, 21 August 2025

My Best Friend

the eyes of my past
gaze into the eyes of your past
I never see you anymore

we used to spend hours sitting around 
arguing over what to do 

flicking cards 
wandering dollar stores
pretending we controlled the wind and fire
prairie boredom eating us 
alive

I hadn’t known the now would get so large
that we couldn’t even yell to each other
across it

where am I?
in the Veil of Cashmere 
children play behind a hedge
where two dudes smoke crack
and I read a novel

are you surprised
I am still eating the sweet rice
of days
and thinking about you?

they say life is made of moments
how could we ever
hold one up above the others?

but I do
I do

believing still in a yearning
that will break the whole system

bowing
bowing

saying, thank you, words
you can rest
I go now to where only the heart can go


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