I've missed you these weeks,
he said to me,
and I said,
yeah, we are more to ourselves
when we're free
than we might sometimes admit.
I've stopped saying cheers
in poems because it stopped
sounding special, but I've realized
you can make just about anyone
feel special by looking them
in the eye and asking about the day.
I've attempted to stop holding
friends to rigorous standards,
despite what I might have said
after a drink or two.
Tonight let's keep it simple
and not talk about
the last few months
or where we're from. Let's not
talk about late nights last week
or your theories on where I'm at.
Let's watch the mopeds spark
as they just miss garbage cans
and the neighbors come out to wonder.
