dagan

I should not be typing this. But this is a slow Sunday and I've found little else to do. I used to know a girl that we'll call Dagan. We were really close and had a lot in common, but never had a romantic or sexual relationship. She was one of those people whose company seemed to fit more than anything. As for the rest of it, I suppose too much was in the way. Regardless, we were sitting on a balcony before a class, smoking while we mocked the people passing under, and a poem bit me. Wanna hear it? Hereit go...

"You know..."
she'd say
I'd never listen
something about the soul that lingered
behind grey eyes
green on some days
slowed my world
tripping through my ventricles
and only stopped
when she blinked
the world returned
and I'd say
"Yeah, I know

Now I won't deny I had powerful feelings for this girl, but like I said, too much was in the way. We stayed close for a long time, but all paths part ways eventually. The number of things we had in common lessened, we saw less and less of each other, and suddenly we were each in the next chapters of our lives. I'd like to say I miss her, but I've learned better than to feel that way. Thankful. That's the word I was looking for. Rather than lament I'm just thankful for the time spent with such a unique individual. I wish it was as easy to be thankful for all the people not in my life in anymore, but I reserve the right to be selfish and long for lost company. Take it easy, and if I'm lucky this'll be the last time I write in here tonight.