So much knits us together:
that time we reached out to each other
when Shawn Mendes’ new single
made us bawl like children;
coffee we drink like water,
with plenty of cream and sugar
to wash out the bitterness;
despite my seriously lacking
pop culture repertoire,
you still spend time with me;
when you taught me about
the time traveler’s paradox,
melancholy and morose;
cold night air and mosquitos rushing in
through open car windows
as we sailed down Richmond Road at 4 a.m.;
you, standing before me,
hands on my trembling shoulders,
staring intently into my eyes,
making me brave.
Poems about shared memories are always some of my favorites. They’re so personal to the writer because they seem so personal and cherished, yet any reader can relate through their own precious memories. Thank you for this post.
I particularly like the lines about how the Kindred drink their coffee…
Thank you, Philip and Rudy, for your feedback! Memories that bind us to others are indeed cherished.
Also, coffee is my supreme weakness.
Really appreciate you both taking time to write! Best of luck with your endeavors, also.
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