Since I can remember, 24, I’ve adored you.
You know. And I’ve felt known and loved
in return. Big decisions, critical junctures,
special moments, there you are. I’ve tried
to explain this thing between us. Some people—
kind of like dog people or cat people—
get that a number can have a personality,
turn you on, make you happy.

They get that something mystical exists,
a quantum dynamic in which we’re linked
by mutual need for something beyond
the totally random, for a certain rational/
irrational beauty. Your beauty—
round and whole and mysterious—
meets me like a friend of many lifetimes.


#24 of 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2017


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