Coexist
We must, will and do
Coexist
But only when it suits you
We must, will and do
Cooperate
A pretense for espionage
We must, will and do
Coexist
But I might prefer loathing.
Empty Chair
There is an empty chair between us
Not quite so empty, after all
There is an empty chair –
A barrier
An empty chair that should be there,
However much I hate it.
Acceptance
I’ve accepted
The way it is.
I’ve accepted
The way you made it.
I’ve accepted
New friends.
I’ve accepted,
And I made no exception
For you.
Different Now?
Is it different now?
Reading this
Knowing I know
That you are looking?
Is it different now
Reading this
Knowing I know
What you are thinking?
Is it different now
Reading this?
Because I have always known
You were looking,
And I could always predict
Your thoughts.
Is it different now
For you?
Because writing it
Feels the same.
Talk to Me
Talk to me.
Not Scott
Not Banks
Not Nikita
Not Ranjani
Talk to me
The most important person
Ever to enter your life
Talk to me
Your salvation
Your temptation
Your love
Talk to me.
This is Right
This is right.
Irrevocably, inescapably, inevitably.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Without the perfection.
This is is right.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Give or take a few major excerpts.
This is right.
Exactly how it’s supposed to be
Except
Not quite.
Unobtrusively
I don’t think about it
I don’t talk about it
But it’s there
The unspoken fact
A fluorescent paean
Humming unobtrusively
Beneath my conversation
It’s there
But it’s manageable.
My Steering Wheel
My steering wheel alone
Knows what I am dying to shout
The whisper I settle for
At least someone has said it
At least its true
At least I know
You and I and my steering wheel
The only confidant
Sure to keep my confidence
In this tangle of mutual friends.
Anxiety
Anxiety is worthless
I always know what you really mean
I am just too easily inundated
With the polite imperative of
Implausible alternatives
To accept the subtle
Where Did We Meet?
Where did we meet?
It was on the playground, wasn’t it?
In the midst of cobbled and terse
Attempts to achieve make-believe
Dungeons and Dragons glory.
Where did we meet?
It was after English class, wasn’t it?
As everyone else gossiped
About enigmatic relationships
And kisses and marijuana.
In World Geography
The first day of freshman year
While I drew aimless patterns
On the hand you wanted to hold.