Today I thought of you

for the first time in a while.

It was this time of year

that you got a hold of me--

unexpectedly.

I couldn’t remember

the last time we spoke

one on one.

So I had you over--

everyone else was gone.

You came to my house

drunk as usual,

but I didn’t mind.

You fell asleep in my bed,

holding me

Tightly

as we slept.

When I woke up

In the morning I was surprised

you hadn’t left.

I let you sleep, attempting

to make pancakes.

Which weren’t half bad

For lack of

ingredients.

You and I

could relate quite well,

We were missing

traditional

conventionality.

When you woke up

we laughed

At my efforts

Drinking our coffee.

Your conversation

Intriguing.

You always made me

Think deeply

regardless of the subject.

I guess that added to

what I saw in you,

that intellection

drew me in,

but also pushed me away.

I had a feeling you wanted

that distance too

and perhaps that’s why

it was ok.

That’s why I don’t

regret the dynamic

of the thing we were in.

I think of you

on this December night

I know you’re far away

Even though we don’t

Talk anymore

I hope the best for you.