Lately…
Lately, I don’t think of you at all. When my eyes are closed it isn’t you I see standing in front of me. I clung to you as a drowning man does to the rent wreckage of his sinking ship. From September to …. December?January?February? When was it that I stopped wanting something more from what we are? On what day did I wake up and only want your friendship? When did your touch stop sending shivers down my spine? I only know that it is gone, replaced with something so much more dear. Friendship, Coop knew it was better that way and you did too. Lust burnt out in moments… this platonic love (I hate to use the word) feels lasting. I sometimes catch myself wondering what we’ll be like in a year, in two… ten. If I have anything to say about this you’ll be the man at my non-genderspecific bachcelor/ette party. I want this to be the great friendship of my life…. am I getting ahead of myself? Just moments, mere moments ago you still wretched at the sight of me. Will it be moments, mere moments before we’re torn apart by something I can’t see? I want these thoughts to quiet so I can pass into sleep and dream of the girl who took my breath away. So I guess lately I think of you, once in a while, but no longer in my bed.
