The Same As You

My favorite place to be

Is sitting next to someone

It can be on the sofa in my living room

Across the table at a crowded coffee shop

Drinking wine on the porch 

Or walking through neighborhoods as the sun sets


My favorite thing is being honest and open

Tackling the hard things

The things that we were taught never to address

To hide

To tuck away and pretend are invisible


My favorite thing is when you discover

That the terrible things aren't as terrible as you once 

Were made to believe

And that the person across from you

Feels relief and confusion and hope 

The same as you






The quiet, full of dark

Things you weren't supposed

To dream and feel

Time has shown

That it all seems

To fall apart

And yet this thing

A silly little word

Tucked behind the last pages


Unexpected, unassuming

Words into the night

Laughter and almost tears

Hope found a crack in

the sturdy wall

It streamed in like sunlight

But she did not arrive


She was followed closely by obstacles

(as always)

Life doesn't seem to know

How to occur

Without building some sort of character