To all you still at home <3
An Elegy for Baltimore
The distance is growing, time
Making it harder to connect.
I’m better at missing you
Then sending you e-mails and
Calling you only to hear dialtones,
The pauses in our lives.
They’re like my hesitation
To commit.
I’m floating,
No ground beneath me,
No home to call my own.
And I know you don’t
Feel the ache of the wound time
Is incising into
Our friendship because
You’re too busy.
You’re busy, working,
Loving, feeling, changing, and growing,
While I stand still waiting,
Waiting to be with you again,
Waiting for time to move in its
Regular heartbeat.
The thump of a 9-5 summer,
With swimming on the weekends,
And Acacia once a month,
Karaoke in between.
Waiting for iced coffee
To make a comeback, and
My biggest worry to be
Whether that latte had enough foam.