Friend (A Poem)

I have so many words to tell you,

Words are the only way I know how to turn my insides out

And show you myself 

Oh, the sturdiness yet weightlessness I feel

When you see my insides and say,

“Me too”

In those moments, I almost wonder if all our insides

Are somehow the same

Despite how different all our words can be

That’s why we decide

We don’t have to say all the words

To know

We can simply look at the dancing in each other’s eyes

And the wrinkles on our foreheads 

You know, the slight folds of skin

 that have been slowly sculpted by winding rivers of 

All we feel

Yes, that is the language of our insides

Words just don’t seem true enough for what we want to share

So, instead, we will just be in each other’s presence

Your presence tells me everything I was hoping to hear anyway,

“Me too.”