lean on me

lean on me

Has it been isolation

or the crazy combination

of listening to songs on repeat

while thinking

I’m the last man on earth 

experiencing stockholm syndrome

and the captive thought 

is if 

I should give up

when you’re away,

but just today

I realized

when we’re together

it’s probably you 

that’s lonely

and it’s me

to blame.

Left too long alone,

but it wasn’t 

that many years ago

that you didn’t know 

how to be yourself,

how come now 

when I’m by myself 

I don’t know how 

to be around anyone else;

Friday,

the day before

you’re getting ready to see me,

all you can think about 

is how much we are the same;

differences 

are like a box of chocolates:

a few bitter,

some sweet, 

and me, 

the one that when you bite into

you can’t quite realize

if it’s ripe 

or still green,

because I’m 

at the beginning 

or is it the end

of yet another project 

never knowing 

quite what 

it’ll turn out

to be.

The sword 

outside of its sheath,

I don’t want to hurt you 

and I hope 

you feel the same about me,

but

why does the possessive version 

lack an apostrophe?

The time that goes by 

feels like more

than a week,

yesterday 

I heard you

call my name

and now

I’m left to wonder 

if the lack of definition

has been a fault of mine 

or if the unwillingness to number 

has been the error in your ways.

Can homeostasis exist

in a 

situational 

hypothesis:

IF

/

Then.

Let’s say for sanity's sake

you tell me

where you’d like to be 

in a decade

and I’ll try to do the same.

Because I

have a lot of things left to do

and so far you

haven’t been in the way,

in fact

I’d say 

you’ve added something 

to my day;

So what do you say

about letting bygones leave 

and spending the energy 

instead

thinking on 

the possibilities 

of what life 

could be?