I Thank you;

for I am no longer reading the torn threads hanging by a string.
for YOU are no longer reading that twinkle in my eyes across the way.
Something is blocking the concrete
vertically
and I can no longer see across the fence anymore
but I accidentally threw my ball in my neighbors yard
they're dead
they can't get it for me
and I can barely see it.
It shines a bright yellow
to make your twisted intestines straight again.
I miss you.
My hand is on my head and I'm looking at the light so I can sneeze
so I can let you have some of my germs
because I've liked you this whole time.
I'm writing it down
all of my feelings
and I'm cutting
so you'll worry about me.
The grass glides like an airplane
like the sun across my shoulders
then your hand touches my shoulders
and picks me up like the flower I threw on that misty sidewalk that rainy day.
Oh, that rainy day, I saw your eyes and I cried when I got inside.
I walked downstairs and fell on the floor and cried
Wobbling every which way
and singing to the highest C I could.
I felt your touch heal me like medicine
you helped me when I was fallen
and you succeeded until I was too happy
you loved me today and tomorrow.
The names in the clouds are hidden
and then name on my heart will forever be written
to the sound of the melancholy soundtrack blazing over the speakers
and filling our ears together
as we step back and forth on the gravel.
The corners of your shirt absorb my salty tears
and I kiss your cheek and smell the smell of your skin
as it glistens in the light
and sparkles like your eyes.
I love you.
For we are powerful, and we have stuck, and we will for eternity.

To the grave, I promise.
I pledge.
And I preach.
No longer, no sadness.
No bitter faces, no grime.

To you, my friend.
F O R E V E R.