How many poems have I written, including the hundreds on the back of napkins and paper place mats? Somehow my themes all seem to be about connection and love, both the requited and unrequited kind. You know how it feels when someone really understands you? This poem is about the value of that.
I thought it was that chuckle when you lean back and laugh,
Your willingness to dare even when the forecast’s grim,
The details and years piling up until you are now your age,
And plans that don’t materialize but still sometimes thrill.
To my surprise it’s so much less.
It’s being known.
To lose that
Best wishes for a happy weekend