Life Through a Poetic Lens

Dear my beloved friend, a steadfast brother not by blood or legality, as society directs it is to be written and signed cold with a pen knife to my heart. “I love you and I miss you”, I want to say, to speak with a voice heard but I’m in another dimension echoing into the wilderness to where I must live in this world. Alien is the language I speak and think through a different tint  of how I care deeply in my heart for the steadfast friendly rock that you were. “I miss you, I love you” but I come with peace to your family with treasured respect that flavours who you are to me as roots boring deep into my past as a sturdy foundation with a physicality from another dimension that’s certainly not sexual love, grasping at the wind, lost, alone, because society’s language has no words, story or ability to frame it for myself or to confide, no one speaks this heretical love  that isn’t loyalties of blood or my soulmate alone, and to understand it myself in order to walk on to firm g...

Friends turn away,  in on themselves  as a fulfilled item  with their one  and only that completes them.  They disappear  as they mix with other cliques with children  who are at the same age  in society's eyes.  Smiles abound when I show up with a partner,  and behave and fit  and can have my own life  with this partner,  but I can’t look away  from caring with my loyal  greying paws for the friendship that came first as I’m replaced by a queue-jumper and I have to stand aside and smile saying “I’m happy for you that you’ve married your best friend”, tears roll down the walls of my heart that sticks, trying to turn back the beats and say,  friendship with me matters too, and I  can support your children if you pop your bubble.  I feel very alone, and  I rush online to swipe for any partner,  but that expects to be prioritised in a self contained bubble  as my whole built environment...