A POEM by TJ SILVA
I once wrote about waking up on your side of the bed when you were gone
And now you wake up on mine every time
And I’ll give you shit, but I’m always smiling
You wrote about staying in our time blob
And now you have to leave to study for finals.
But it’s not a giant sadness.
It’s a small one we can snack, chew on, spit out.
Because there is always another slow Saturday waiting.
I get scared. I used to believe in God.
Now I firmly believe, after this life
We will find each other to play Cribbage
After I cook love pasta.
Love pasta has garlic, shallots
And whatever else you want in it.
I’ll ask a million times if you like it.
You’ll twirl it up with the tines of your fork.
I’ll love you, you’ll love me.
Nothing else matters. The time blob, love pasta, you, me.
This poem is going to end, but I think I’m going to go
Ahead and write another for you.