‘and I’ feels right as it concatenates your name
as I feel my head in your lap only five degrees prior
as the trees seemed unusually green through the window
as we speak for inadvertent hours
as you show me washed out photos and blog posts collected
your speech teems with thought I wish to spend weeks in
learning each word and the way they work
this web I willingly walk through
at risk of being caught
now forfeiting order in freefall content
to end up entangled for days without end —
this may be the meaning of being a friend