Y.F.N.S.

I still remember you
and the way we conversed.
It was refreshing, different from the everyday norm.
We were equally uninterested in what faceless wisdom tried to teach
and on both our sleeves our hearts we wore.

This space around us was lit by social war.
Class lines were broken and blurred.
I never cared much for social reform.
I was content with animated conversation
and passing notes written and filled with wanderlust.

Im dying to know what you saw
in a young man isolated and oblivious to his own potential.

You mustve peered past the clouded look in my eyes
and the apathy i wore as my disguise.

This is your favorite line isnt it?
I had come to adore the way you said goodbye.
So much so i had left behind
faithul lovers
for greater knowledge undiscovered
smoldering in your eyes
emanating from
the drumming in your chest
and wet on your tongue.

Im curious to know what became of you.
I never did tell you what i thought of what you thought
of those stars you held in high regard.
I saw what you saw in those scenes of yesteryear.

Perhaps we might have stayed the course
and grew this into something spectacular,
something challenging and eventually
worth waking up for.

But this dream is all im left with.
Its complexities, its dark spots and bright paths
all begin and end with you.
I will hold my hand out til exhaustion
in hopes that you will see me through.


Still id be branded a liar if i didnt admit
that each and every now and then
I look past my old friend desolation
and wonder if i couldnt see
illumination in the distance
and perhaps if i am fortunate
your heart still worn on your weathered sleeve.

- For Britney