You sound like me when everyone I loved stopped living.
You learn to trust people again but I don’t think you ever resign yourself to counting on them.
The real victory is learning to love people anyway.
Need is a hasty word.
I want to talk about Things with you, over coffee.
These things, about the gaping disappointment that is the advanced poetry class (moreso than expected), about uncertainty, about being alone, about what it feels like to syringe-feed a bird, about what the air feels like, about all sorts of things
I wish our paths could cross more often.
I wish I never got tired or ran out of gas, or that you were less mobile.
But the truth is, wishes are weaker than prayers.
And we don’t pray for wishes because they always seem to petty.
So in the end it’s just up to you, the speaker, the wisher.
