143577| April 11, 2025 (21:05) |

ain't far enough,

yet you're my furthest pride.

six feet tall, hundreds feet apart

eight times reminded, three minutes far.

buzz cut and passions,

brownouts and cozy hugs.

hurricanes and dances,

strawberry-matchas and waffles in bags.

sixteen, a little child saw me.

seventeen, a little child i saw for me.

eighteen, two kids in the play pen.

nineteen, childhood friends leaving.

twenty, we'll both be twenty

old to know how to live the life we planned.

blueprint we ended up being,

blue me, i ended up being.

septembers and decembers,

breezy drive down the road.

showered in cold raindrops,

unclothed at the elders' reunion after billiards.

sunsets and sands,

beaches and misty views.

groupie love and studio portraits,

polaroids and purest smiles in dates.

swam on the bluest pool late at night, 

walked through the darkest paths with the love of my life. 

late night walks after sober thoughts,

clean beach dates and coffee libraries,

your smile, nonetheless,  had always been from me.

nicknames and call signs,

bashes and fun gashes,

food huntings and aesthetic photos,

the new shoes and new outfits.

the man who owned up my poetry,

i loved half of me with the soulmate i was glad to meet.

roses, baby breaths, carnations

red dress, green tops, taylor swift bracelets

a doctor's necklace and freedom park sun catching.

dairy queen chase, cinnabon teases

"find my" hobbies, calls 'til phones overheat.

family events and secret pecks in the dim.

watched you in all the courts at our town,

2600, four times with all of my pride.

you were all, you were all.

handshakes and pinky promises,

code words between you and me,

stares and "i'm proud of you"

forehead kisses and "i like you with me"

the sound of your snores,

the flinch in your sleeps.

i loved watching you be like a kid,

six feet tall, six reasons i could not leave.

midnights and early morning makeouts,

sleepovers and ghost dodging at your mother's house.

handshakes and cheek kisses with your relatives,

sweet dreams on your hospital bed and your grandma's smiling.

diamond rings, funeral moments

cementery runs, kiosk errands.

classroom display of affection,

living room sneaking of love fashion.

familiarity and familiar things,

two differences i could never take in.

tears from your eyes, you had wiped some of mine

long messages, my long depress.

tears from my eyes, you had wiped none of it that time

short messages, my short progress.

i stare at a screen, cut the red string of us this time

our families came to be strangers too,

i thought it'll only be us two.

there are shooting stars with your eyes,

i never miss a wish, all for you

had always been for you all this time.

my heart had been misplaced,

your heart had been displaced.

my memory is a blessing and a curse,

two lungs in one.

we are far enough now, are we?

my furthest pride, my furthest pride.