Think

coffee and tea
blue and red seats.
walls hold history --
economics and philosophy
kierkegaard, freud, & neitzsche
but warmth doesn't run deep
til we're buried in theology.

wireless and beer
moments stretched broad to fill
3 short years.
thoughts, memories,
drama or a midday dream.
friday nights spent laughing
attempting studying
perhaps in need of showering
post ultimate frisbee.

sunday gazes, journal pages
passing buses, umbrellas, faces.
windows providing blue sky glimpses
a siren whisper making mind
reminiscent of mysterious shoreline
salt wind kisses.

music and writing
revelation and struggling
friendship's and love's conversation
that strengthen vision
mingling with psychological or real
caffeine addiction.

we're growing. and one
by one they're disappearing
i wait, time biding, unwanting
to be anywhere but quietly here
for at my edges an ache
for the history, philosophy,
economy and theology
of intimacy is ebbing.
tracing the beauty of a well-trod space
where we came to know one another
under common grace.