The Best Kind of Times

For Jenny - because I'm spending 21 out of 31 days with her in August and we may become sick of each other by then :') Promised her a poem so thought I best to do this before that. 

Never said aloud
but I find myself
thinking, just
every now and then
that you're my best friend.


There are times we do nothing
or when we're out
in silence
pounding music
chatters of town
there's falling in to laughter.
sculpting most kinds
of conversation.


There's simple peace
no pressure
to be anything but me
and you
can be just you.

The Door Mat

Welcome
come on in
footsteps dig
in deep
wiping mud
everywhere
not bothering
to look back.


Do you need anything?
Yes,
you reply
everything 
Get me it
you say
now


That's fine
Hold on
let me lie down
and you can walk
all over me
will that suffice?
For now
you say
arms crossed
wanting more
always more
despite the little
left to take.  

Missing

I miss you.
Not him
or her.
You.


It's not love
or death.
Something slightly
easier,
a friend.


You moved,
and now lots of
different patterns
are occurring
waters are now stirring.


You should be here
to sort things out
calm things down
Sometimes I want to scream
shout.
You'd fix things.

I miss you.

Not him

or her.

You.