21th august 12pm - girly poem

nope, I'm gonna give you my silly poem
it's very girly and maybe a bit ott
but today I feel like a silly kid . . .



is it real, and did we speak
that long, that strong, that tender
in those hours that we would put aside for dreams
on any other day . . .

a teenage daydream
all mystery and promise and new desire
that raw emotion
locked away but safe
behind the mediocre belt
of aged wisdom
on any other day . . .

a soft and sweet, warm and joyous feast
perfectly replacing that vacuum
in the pit of my gut
that made it hard
to draw a cleansing breath
on any other day . . .

I was checking for your mail
hoping just to see
even just a word
even of anger
a heated 'fare ye well, goodbye'
so much, so much better
than no call at all
just so I'd know
you're still in the world
if not for me
but always in my dreams
but not
on any other day