Some days—
are fucking twisters.
Furious funnels
collecting tomorrows,
taking them for granted.
Hitting us in the face
with yesterdays,
memories that love and
hate us.
We keep ‘em either way.
Scream holy hell with regret
and smile gladly, it happened.
Today—
all these pieces
waiting to fall into place…
Here I am, a spiral
trying to find you,
to land with you,
or fall apart perfectly,
the same.
My friend,
over there in the traffic,
the pain, the pondering.
Emptiness here is
the same.
Reflecting back…
Maybe
it was a conversation.
A Chevy, racing.
Anywhere embracing madness
we thought may kill or save us.
A confident moon in July.
A street walked
a thousand times.
The stale warm Michelob
we shared.
A Marlboro taken from
behind your ear for a light.
The days we were fearless
and brilliant.
I can never grow old
with you, forever young,
in my heart.
God, I love you.
In the sound of music,
no matter what road,
the lyrics: We are so free.
Free—Jesus Christ!
We could go anywhere.
That’s exactly where
you’ll find me,
waiting,
laughter to receive you
home.
Rest assured:
All of our collected treasures,
broken dreams, right, wrong,
b e l o n g.
Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2016 All Rights Reserved
(This poem was inspired by my friend, Joe, and for all of my closest friends through the turbulent teenage years that remain forever in my heart, wherever life takes us…I know, we know, those of us that will always shine a light for the other.)
I love you, Because this is exactly how I feel sometimes like a EF5 tornado .
Thank you, Rose. All is well. We have friendships that never grow old, and that will fuel our hearts. Believe it! Love you too.