“Bond”
Combined perspective,
singular experience,
form one memory.
Steve D
Combined perspective,
singular experience,
form one memory.
Steve D
Even though this is listed as number 12, this is the real first missive. I wrote a letter to a good friend after finding out a dangerous secret when we were 15 or 16. Once I had crumbled the loose-leaf I had been carefully wording my concerns on, and resigned myself to silence, I broke out a five star spiral notebook and scribbled this out a handful of pages in. It’s 12 only in that that was how many pages I buried it into the notebook that would soon become the home of all 215 misplaced missives.
What I really want to say to you,
I know I can never say.
It would break you to know,
And it would break me to say. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #12 – Knowing”
Once in a time span,
we connect in love, laughter,
a cascade friendship.
It’s sort of romantic the way old friends can connect with each other. Even after a decade or more, I still manage to find little sparks of humor and love with people I do not always see or interact with regularly. There’s a certain comfort in that, but also a sad longing. I think both of those feelings contribute to a more content life.
Steve D
This week I drove by my lonesome from Colorado to California to visit friends. Totally worth it. Here’s what I wrote on the return trip:
Time lapsed but it’s like none has passed
A journey of forever for a story
With details already memorized
I’m not surprised –
These are the friendships that last. Continue reading “Friendship Pt. II – JG”
Many like you strive
To have a heart of gold.
Weak and malleable,
But appealing to hold.
I’d prefer a heart of obsidian.
Honest about its blackest sin, Continue reading “Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG”
The road winds ahead
But together we may go
Hold my hand a while
Steve D
I came upon you
A stranger,
Along this walk of mine. Continue reading “For R.L. – SD”
Shut lips tightly and tread lightly
Never confess and always be dishonest
Speak slowly and keep focused
Only on what they can bear to hear Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #135 – Friendship”