Friend.

[Britnie]

*Note: There is no rhyme to this poem - it's a bit "prose-y"*

Friend, you are not someone I could ever fully let go of. A connection that goes beyond words entering some strange place of Knowing. My wish - a way in which to communicate this to you, a way that doesn’t come with assumption. A way that I could explain that I am here and you are there and if you needed I could meet you in the middle. If this place existed I would tell you it’s alright, everything you are doing is okay. Don’t ruminate on the past, focus on the good you have done, the good things to come, and the poetics that drip from your Being. The way you move brings me to tears, reminding me of a beast transformed to tenderness.

You are not him, or her, or them. You are a special creation sent to transform, to show the light at the end of the endless tunnel. Your mind leaves me enthralled, I wish to change the world with you. Collaborate with all that raw madness, that drunken enthusiasm, the young naïveté. Never question the love you feel. Your thoughts are not the enemy, allow them to come in bursts, in tears, and in laughter. The nights may seem sad but the morning always brings joy for the future, you are more than the oil town, the tire shop, and the drugs.

You are a glowing star in this vast universe that I wish upon every night. My amazement in you has grown with the years, aging like that wine we shared from Poland. You should be treasured. But don’t allow yourself to be trapped in a box until you have fond your gold. Taste the sea, feel the wind, and dance in alleyways of far off places that do not exist in this universe. If I could show you how I see you, your head would eternally be in the clouds, for in my eyes and many others, you are elevated to such heights. Never forgot the sounds of the guitar, the bass of the drums, and the excitement of the trumpet.

Please don’t forget nights you drove for miles on end to find where the road met the earth, where the mountain became sky, and the river transformed to energy. Taste all the women you need, explore men if your heart desires, know that none of this is wrong. It is only wrong to spend more than one night with someone you do not wish to greet the morning with. You are young, horny, and full of beer. There is nothing wrong with this, just don’t stay here forever. Learn the difference between your sober self and your inebriated desires, and always be sure you know the way out.
I would write you endless letters, proses, and terrible poems if I could show you in metaphors the way you made me feel. I want your heart to explode, expand, and ignite. I want you to let go of the past and lead others to the light. Never doubt my love, no matter how silly my reaction to you is.

Forever your friend.

[DATo]

@Britnie - My apologies for taking so long to respond.

The lack of rhyme isn't a problem for me, a lot of poetry is prosaic, but I think this piece challenges classification. I would call it poetic prose. You may have created a new literary form *LOL*

What I've read is a beautiful testament of love, devotion and hope, and it is rendered with a simplicity that actually amplifies the power of the thoughts and feelings being expressed. I am reminded of Scout Finch conversing with Walter Cunningham on the steps of the jailhouse. The very simplicity of her words and the vulnerability of her slight person was marked in stark contrast to the volcanically ominous events taking place in that scene, and yet, it was precisely her vulnerability and the honest sincerity and integrity of her simple words which turned away a powerful lynch mob. The honest, simple, and yes, vulnerable voice with which you speak in this presentation makes the emotional sincerity of the narrator soar in my estimation.

Regardless of how it may be correctly classified in literary terms this was a moving and evocative epistle of friendship and love.

My compliments on a very nice piece of writing.