In between the long articles I’m sure should be books and the songs I write in the hopes of selling (even though I can’t play any instrument for shit), I write bits of what I guess you could call poetry, and prose.
We ignorantly dance among one another
our fields of cyberspace overlapping
but seldom interacting.
but elbows never brush.
Aware of each other, but
keeping distance anyway
Either afraid to make the first
step to reconnect
or not interested
Maybe now and then
we’ll exchange likes
write a few comments
but never need for a direct message.
“Hey how are you?
It’s been a long time
where has life taken you?” Why bother?
I’ve seen where life has taken you, you’ve seen where it’s taken me. I may not know how you feel about me after all these years but I hope all is well.
And if I could do it all over again, I would’ve probably been your friend. A real friend.