My friend gave me a photograph
from that weekend we were together, the two of us sipping coffee on the roof
near sunset. The picture speaks so much.
You sit a small distance off, half your face in shadow
and all of you out of focus, for the lens cannot catch us both at once
. I sit nearer, the sun so bright on the back of my neck
, and I stare at your face, all smiles.
You are looking down at your coffee.
It feels like this is how we always were. You covered yourself in a haze that made you fuzzy through poems
and long distance conversations
, and your legend as the father figure
to all of my friends. As I peered at you, my own life came sharper into focus, but I never got any closer to you.
How you made me smile
Every time I stared at you, I swear you were intent on something else
, always in a world all your own, far off even though I was close enough to touch you. I wonder how I can miss you when I never even saw you. I wonder how we always sat so close to sunset
, veiled half in darkness, yet why this night
has yet to fall down and cover
these feelings of you. I wonder what I am going to do now, when this photograph will fade and this cold room will disappear
I wonder what you're doing now