We haven’t spoken in so long
so much silence built up between us.
You still have a piece of me
wrapped up in you.
We used to be so close
now you have driven to a place
where it is difficult to reach you.
You have put your guard up
pushed me further and further away.
So many questions:
Why are you angry?
Why have you drawn so many new lines between us?
Do you remember the way we were?
Have you thought about me lately?
I just want to see you in your own skin.
Not so jaded
not so burned
not so on edge that I can’t even touch
you without getting cut.
I miss your warm the smooth strokes
of your fingers as you traced
your love on my body.
I loved your soft sweet kisses
as they graced my lips.
I missed the smell of you
how it stayed with me long after you left.
You still are under my skin
deep in the fibers
difficult to know where exactly.
Difficult to know when you might
make your presence known.
I used to know you so well
know what you would say
what you were thinking
what path we were destined to take.
You were crumbling down
your walls were finally breaking
conversations were smooth
both of us felt more secure
You were more familiar.
Only wondered why it took so long
why had you had your guard up?
why did you turn into a porcupine
when I tried to touch you?
Why had you covered your body
with so many layers
that it took me so long
to cut cut cut
my way through to scratch the surface.
I often couldn’t get past the pleasantries
you would cut me off
before I could get my arm in the door.
You would push me back before
I was able to go forward.
Tonight was different
the fog, the storm had lifted.
Temperature just right
No chilled winds, No mugginess
I felt comfortable talking with you.
I was able to take steps
without feeling I had stepped
somewhere I shouldn’t have.
No more was a mystery in the room
no obscurities, no wondering
you were there clearly.
—David Iribarne, Sacramento
You jumped around,
played air guitar,
rocked out to the music.
You did not care what people thought.
You just did your thing.
You danced blindly around the room
and ended up on my lap.
You lip synced
opening that little mouth of yours
ever so wide and bobbing that
small head of yours back and forth
ever so fast to the music.
You almost stole the show that night.
I watched you, trying to lock every move
every jump, every smile securely
in my brain hoping it wouldn’t
be lost or fragmented or broken into bits and pieces
by unbeknownst happenings.
I wanted to be like that
not care what people said
not care how I looked.
Be always comfortable in my own body
I wished sometimes I could freeze time
Hold your seven-year frame
tightly letting go but not wanting to
worried about what you will face
what will come later?
Will you dance as freely?
Will you fall too fast?
Will you keep afloat in the fierce ocean?
I looked at you again
You were smiling
as you twirled about
leaping into the air