Coming Out
everything reminds me of you
thursday afternoons
emerging from the abyss
of the bowels of folwell
to passing the knoll
where we laughed and
did cartwheels
i wish i believed that
it was me who taught you
sitting at home sipping
my thoughts in a glass
of white wine
wishing you were here
laughing at my words
and seeing right through me
speak your french
and admit your secrets
surprised i hope you meant it
i never meant to hurt you
somehow i fucked it up
everytime i think of you
the more i miss your presence
your thoughts
when i curl up in quilts
i reach out for your hand
to hold me in the night
i want to come out only with you