Poetry Friends (WPOM)

We sit on opposite sides, 

take notes in hello kitty spiral notebooks

and pass smiley faces back to one another.

We are childhood friends, united in our 

journey of words across the airwaves

as we write our poetry onto each 

passing minute. 

I've never met you, 

but the laughter that we've shared

is as genuine as any best friend 

sleepover when you stayed up 

too late, shushing each other louder

than your whispers. 

We have bonded over bacon 

and the root word of 'smurf'' 

cause we know that somehow, 

our madness makes sense 

in a world when everything 

moves too fast and spins too slow

and we wait for the next cue 

for us to litter the ground 

with unspoken letters to 

some random person 

who took our breath away. 

And then we remind ourselves to breathe. 

breathe... 

we have to breathe 

even when we don't want to. 

even when we just want to sit 

in still silence and revel in the 

calmness of the night. 

but then lungs start to burn 

and we remember our purpose

and the air we breathe out 

is as cluttered as my room, 

which means there is never any 

space to fit anything in its place 

and you throw something in 

and hope for the best. 

because sometimes, 

that's all you can do. 

So until our words cross 

in a distant plane, 

it will be the same each 

Friday night as we come 

together for a time 

of refreshing insanity 

with a few good friends 

whom we've never met. 

We sit on opposite sides, 

type notes onto keyboards 

and pass hearts back to one another.

We are poetry friends, 

bonded through the art 

of words on a page.