I don’t know when this started

but I need to start somewhere.

sitting in your car on the 4th of july

we stared at the stars and traded artists like cards.

“heard of them? they’re good.

i think you’d like ’em. trade you.”

your laugh (the lost SOS from the Titanic)

one laugh (like a lifeboat in an ocean of storms)

and i was lost (francisco vázquez de coronado)

before i knew i left home (searching for cities of gold)

I wish I knew how to tell you

all the thoughts you make me feel.

dinner together, but not together

a playdate, a fun-date, a “how-do-you-do” date

we talked of the future and what’s in store

going separate ways now seems so hard

your stories (you must be Anansi in disguise)

some stories (the greatest story-teller of all)

and i took delight (serotonin spiking)

in your happiness (hormonal girls, man)

I’ve wanted to tell you for years

but you’d never feel the same, would you?

you text me at nine, “it’s late,

but we’re all hanging out, hurry up”

i’m not friends with your friends -i wish i was-

why can’t it just be us and the stars?

your friendship (jesse and leslie)

this friendship (don’t leave me to drown)

and i don’t know (be the percy to my annabeth)

what we are anymore (will it ever work out)

I’m sorry I never told you

how much you mean to me.