Tuesday, August 15, 2017


friendship begins when
I know myself alone and
I cannot keep breathing if
no one knows my name
my face and frame or
the thoughts I think or
the things I hold dear

a birth certificate with fading words
on folded yellow paper
records time, place and parent
nothing to tell of
the candles on my birthday cakes
my love for James Arthur
or the tears I shed when he left

you know those things – my memories shared
you know I exist
because I reached out and
entrusted you with “me”
and in the touching and embracing of you
and him and her and they
I became something more than just “me”

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