Rediscover communication
That poetry…
Why is it that every time
you give me
exactly what I need?
I read something
I hear something
I breathe and
remember something
and your face
appears,
smiling
When our voices and words
touch and swap
and settle
I slow down
and catch up
Sense of compassion
Is it because you are that great friend
who would understand? Or is it
something more? Can you love
your friends
this much?
Between supposed lovers.
Do you do this? Do you sit
and wait
for a song to give you an answer?
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
