i hope i thanked him for never being obscure

15 May

we used to bump into each other at the
juneau avenue post office and
on the east side, inside bus cabins.
as random samples turned to pattern,
we both questioned coincidence and
then became prolific pen pals.
even now after he’s gone;
in heaven I guess or i hope because
that’s what he always promised.
even now,
i feel him squeezing out love.
it slips into the work day
like lube on a chain.


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