| So familiar. You're like the half of heart I lost. Familiar hair, and eyes. (Do they shine so when I'm gone?) Your shoulders slope adorably in familiar. And I've all familiar affections: empathy, hand towards hip. You are thinner. (Did you forget food away in unfamiliar? or do you not eat for anothers?) I cannot, so. We commiserate different familiar: new common pain and common uncommon experiences. Later, we sit over a chasm, looking down on rocks we've crossed, in a new yet so familiar woods. Smooth together between familiar questions. I smile, watching the face that jumped with you from crag to crag. Most familiar face whose imprint I crave upon my chest. Is familiar one to family? Or is familiar just to similar? |
