a tribute to yogo

[ysicla]

and your stories kept me going
the little details of your day
when he was wearing nothing but jeans and red suspenders.
a skinny tall man with a lime green towel wrapped around his head
it was fun to take the train where we weren't supposed to go.

i feel as if i am laughing with the ghost of merilyn monroe
because as we were sitting there
it seemed as if nothing in the world could stop us from drawing
and you continued to talk on the phone as i danced in my head and thought
this is perfect.

now in captivity
i cannot reach you
but it won't last forever and your chains will be cut. i will come and visit you.
you are stored in my memory and this way
we can continue to laugh about my knight in shining armor and the time he made us fall on the floor infront of the glass window.

sitting here it feels like i have ecstasy running through my veins
because i am excited about the person i am writing this to
even though she does not know this is for her
because i am not allowed to be her friend.