Stegosaurus
I was on a bus for hours once
So I celebrated the dawning of our friendship
By texting you nicknames for yourself
To give us a shared something that required the simple maintenance of memories and smiles.
"Stegosaurus."
When things fall apart later, I examine the evidence,
Like fossils, in diorama, under glass.
The science of friendship is faith.
It's missions
(Can I trust you?)
And milestones
("I believe you")
And excavation
(Why did you do that? Why? Tell me why?)
With details that are precious and rare
I watch you struggle, so young
through the amber tar of your history
Glittering in the firelight of the things that destroyed you.
I dig.
And you have your resin-hard convictions
And I've got a theory
But no proof.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
