sweet man.
you dearest, sweetest man.
sweet and seeing my sweetness
nothing hidden, not even in the beginning
because friends don’t lie
Friends don’t hide things from each other.
I don’t want ours to be the kind of relationship where we hide things from each other.
no matter what they are.
there is nothing you can tell me that I will not hear.
you only have to tell me.
it’s all I ever ask for.
there is so much to talk about, always.
so much to share, to discuss.
it is this part that I miss the most, the talking
the hashing over
the intricate and meandering conversation.
I love listening to the sound of your voice,
your passion obvious and enchanting
as we talk about everything, and nothing
although nothing is nothing, is it.
The Salty Widow 