I went camping
last weekend.
my birthday.
the. full. moon.


I thought of you,
the first night,
him lying next to me,
the inside of the tent humid
as the thunderstorms crouched above,
moving slowly, loudly.

I thought of you and lay awake,
soft in my sleeping bag,
my breathing slowing and rushing in time
to the raindrops on the overhead tarp.

Someday, I won't remember your name,
because when you first appeared
in my thoughts, I had to wait for it
to come to the surface of my brain ocean not
something I'm unfamiliar with,
but suprising,
when it's you,
whom I've thought of so much in these past few years.

And I realized ten years
from now, you will be a floating presence
whenever you appear,
and maybe also him,
lying next to me and snoring
softly, will be a shadow, someday.

How peaceful.

And the thunderstorms came.
One after the other, with breaks.
In between, of silence.

My breathing slowed and I drifted off
only to wake
when the thunder started again,

only to think the same thoughts...

08/21/2008

Posted on 08/21/2008
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