You know…

It isn’t your feet of clay that depress me and have turned passion to pity

Not that at all, once beloved of my youth

Read this: my ironic smile

Not that at all

It is your icy heart

Your sedimentary soul

Your calcified mind

Mostly I mourn our friendship’s lost potential…

I mourn the rebuff wrapped in this abhorrently cheap suit of transparent macho immaturity you insist on wearing like an Armani suit

Your sadly archaic, Neanderthal and schoolboy-perception driven ego

That makes you think that you are above even the smallest of social courtesies

For fear that by those, I might find you enticing enough to pursue you

Sad little man

What did you do to the boy that I loved?

And no…

That question was not me flirting with you

~ kei
20 January 2016

Dear Heart

Written a couple years ago, commemorating a first anniversary, for a dear friend who’d lost his wife to cancer. I can only hope that time erases any bad and softens the edges of the good to gently poignant and no longer painful. Thinking of you today…

My arms ache to hold you
In moments such as these

How I wish there was a way
To give your heart a little ease

Let me cry them with you
And then kiss away your tears

If talking about anything helps
You know you have my ears

We can simply walk in silence
If you need to, hold my hand

Should you need my presence
You need only ask dear friend

To know the lovely person
Who is so much part of you

It would be my honour
To share these things with you

To celebrate precious memories
All those to never replace

If I could have just one wish today
Would be some of your hurt to erase

(c) KeiB
13 December 2011

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