Eh.
i liked you, maybe
possibly, could have
you were handsome enough,
i guess, perhaps
when you parted your lips
to say something irrelevant
i might have wanted
to have mine right by them
you never really saw
me in the way i had hoped
but i was in the shallows
and you were out to
meet the waves and there
was no room for wading
and standing and
feeling around out there
i always, maybe, felt like
breaking, like bruises and
bad trips, and nose bleeds,
and road kill; like i
needed you
more
time with you;
time with you was
better than anything with anyone;
because of cohesion
and comprehension
because for a fragment,
slight, you were
mine
i would like to grow old with you
quietly, to soak up your
company and watch as
your leaves turn green
every spring
i could, if you would,
possibly, we should,
maybe someday
leave everything
day 8: companion
