May we all choose to love the way Neal loved others and you all loved him. On that subject, this is my alt love poem to long distance friendship. I'm playing with repetition but it's not sorted out yet. It's either too similar or not similar enough.
This is me realizing I was too emotional upon reading this poem to ever reply. The eggs into piles of tulle! You've clearly conjured deep memories for me, here, but I love the images. And the end is a gut punch. Love you, Jessie.
what a loving tribute - and i love the kindness practice ideas too! thank you.
May we all choose to love the way Neal loved others and you all loved him. On that subject, this is my alt love poem to long distance friendship. I'm playing with repetition but it's not sorted out yet. It's either too similar or not similar enough.
I used to watch you hold your ash
brown hair between two fingers
and bite, the locks turning to a pale
tassels at their ends. You used to fry
us crispy eggs for lunch, waiting
for the oil to heat so the eggs
would transform into a piles of tulle
once they hit, pale and puffed. I used
to lie often on your coach, admiring
your cowboy print. Waiting for you.
Now I wait 10, 12, 18 months
to see you. I’d rather pretend
I'm waiting for you, than accept
I live without you. Six years separate,
and I don't want to get used to it.
This is me realizing I was too emotional upon reading this poem to ever reply. The eggs into piles of tulle! You've clearly conjured deep memories for me, here, but I love the images. And the end is a gut punch. Love you, Jessie.
Also I posted this with typos! That's what I get for editing my poem in the comment box, lolol