writings on life

Giselle

Hey.

Can we still be friends?

This may seem frank

But I want you to know what I think

What do you say?

I know you’ve been through a lot

There’s seasons, years, jobs, houses, and countries between us

We can talk about it. I’d love to.

Or not.

But I’ll listen if you want to talk

We can sit in the coffee shop

Or we can stroll on the boardwalk

I’m down for a bike ride too

Or heck, even a run

Whatever – I’m sure it’ll be fun with you

Can I ask you your thoughts on current events

Medicine, exercise, and politics

And let’s discuss books

Hobbies and different looks

Tell me about your travels and relationships

You can be you

I don’t mind if you vent

For we both know

Unspoken, though –

That cover-ups aren’t at all good

It’s better to say what’s meant

You can talk and take your make-up off

I won’t be afraid to look you in the eye like I should

Shoulders down, chest up

Fully us

Let’s meet at the table to sup                                                                          

With nowhere else to go and no place to be

No phones

Nothing frivolous between you and me

Mere simplicity

Life shared

Two people who care

Swapping ideas and visions

Through the flipping of the calendar pages

Discussing the big decisions

The ups and downs of all life’s phases

I don’t mean to sound needy

But I admire you

I’m still here

If you believe me

Let’s hang out

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