And the way you make me shudder.
It reminds me I’m alive.
I had the cards. The stamps. And I sat down a number of times to write them but always ended up wandering off again.
Then it hit me today as I was running. I’ve lost three of the first, close friends I made when I moved here. To write cards highlight’s holes in my life.
This year has had me wrestling with the doubt that I’m a good friend. I think I’m a good person but friend? When I can be cut off so easily? It’s made me feel awkward round people.
Amongst all the angst and drama I’ve been spending time soul searching. I’ve worked on being a person I can look in the mirror at.
I’ve changed, come so far from the person I was a year ago. So maybe it’s right that who I am no longer fits in with their lives.
Our journeys have changed.
Slowly peeling down the layers,
A strip poker of words.
And when we get to our underwear,
Will you fold?
Or play on?
I want to pull,
The thoughts from your head,
And dance with their fire,
Until this world,
Blurs into something new.