When collaborations with a higher power fail.
I did not ask for a lecture on the light,
Nor a syllabus on how to stand or speak,
I did not seek a chaperone for the night,
Or someone hired to keep me calm and meek.
I only wanted a hand held in the dark,
A steady mirror for a human face,
Not someone measuring the depth of the mark,
Or checking exits to escape the space.
“Don’t embarrass me,” you whisper like a blade,
As if my heartbeat were a public crime,
You fear the shadow that our presence made,
And guard your image pulse by steady time.
You say I have betrayed you with a word,
That I am reckless, wild, or out of place,
But how can I be heard—or ever heard—
When you recall keeping a pristine space?
You treat me like a fever in the room,
An infection you are desperate to cure,
You watch me through a lens of quiet gloom,
Defining what is “fit” and what is pure.
But friendship is not protocol or pride,
It isn’t curated for the passing eye;
It is the place where jagged souls collide,
Without the need to hide, or fear, or lie.
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Good write F.
Thank you
I hear a voice calling out for recognition of a friend that will not judge or attempt to change one in their misery but just be their and understand. Nicely written with very nice rhyme. A fave
thank you
My friend, there’s a clear emotional throughline here…moving from expectation to pressure to that final reclaiming of what friendship should be. It feels grounded, direct, and honest. And that image…that eye holding both intensity and vulnerability…fits this piece perfectly, like it’s seeing and being seen at the same time. Powerful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you
Friendship, did you create the image, my friend? I know you’re an artist, and it feels human-made to me…not AI. I am a digital artist, so I tend to notice those things. Anywho…just a curiosity. Either way, it pairs beautifully with your poem. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tristan, yes, the artwork is mine, thank you🌹, my late husband took the photo.💕
Wow! Fantastic art, my friend. That eye just literally pops off the page...it's so real looking. I just knew it was yours. Glad I asked! 🥰 And...wow, quite the photographer. 💕
Thank you. He was a beautiful soul.💕🌹💕
He clearly was, my friend. That photo is worth a billion words, I am sure. What a cherished treasure, indeed.
Powerful, love it!
Thank you
True friends at anytime and any occasion🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you
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