thinking of you
who knew your last ex
would be the latest muse;
when i’m avoiding anxiety
and textbook ruse,
when i should be learning about acidosis
i’m contemplating kisses you would sprinkle on my cheeks
i’m wondering why my heart feels leaden within me
i’m wanting, desperately (but not trying hard enough) to release these feelings that possess me;
i want to tell you how grateful i am that
you taught me what you taught me,
and i’m sorry i couldn’t see it then
from WWE, to appreciating freshly made food until
it’s appropriate, once settled in the apartment to “dig in”
to greeting your mother on the phone
and hearing her warming voice
to consider how you’d wear your hat backwards
how you’d bank a shot
your form and voice,
it’s fading now;
but let me appreciate this –
you let me walk away,
you didn’t know anything was amiss/you knew something grated on my fist
i also felt we were different,
but in some ways we got along;
i do miss Friday night WWE
and Monday night RAW
and being nerdy about the up-and-coming
and the plot twists
and late night podcast radio you’d listen to put yourself to sleep;
what i wanted was for you to hug me until we both fell asleep,
but i knew that wasn’t what made you comfortable,
me digging into your side made you uneasy;
(it wasn’t (an easy) fit)
i should’ve appreciated those disparate times,
you wanted to let me be who i wanted to be
stubborn, obstinate, fickle, testy as i was
and still claim to be
just older and faltering
and wishing you the best in these things;
i saw UTSA won the championship –
you deserve all the glory that comes with the whole Rowdy crew team
i hope you’re making all the connections you wanted
and you’re vibing with great people who
value your input, your work, your color scheme;
thank you for listening and for being there for me;
i am sorry i was selfish
in my body
in my mind
i didn’t know who i was, what i wanted
(i was afraid to voice what was upsetting me)
thank you for providing support
and for having a warming heart to many a thing –
i am,
sorry about your Grandma – i know she meant a lot to you.
i hope she is at peace, and yet always with you.
i’m, sorry i never wished you a happy birthday
when that time came round again;
or that i never got to introduce you around to SA properly
before this pandemic hit us to-and-fro and ran;
i’m sorry i was impatient in how i handled things
or that i ran away while giving you the key
i was just ashamed of even ending things
it was hard to see you there
in person, because
the truth is i wanted to hug you –
it’s the comfort you give
without meaning to,
i know i paint these rose-tinted glasses
in whatever paint suits me hues;
i pray for you oftentimes,
to wish you the best;
and yet in the same breath oftentimes,
i want my heart to let these feelings aside and rest;
i’m typing this unending monologue
that you may never see –
more as closure (selfishly)
and yet unselfishly
i don’t want to come barging along with my feelings
it’s hard to tie a bow on something
that feels like it’s been unfurling.
2-6-2022