to Omar, my undergrad BFF
Call me next time you’re on a live stream
at the otter enclosure feeding time
and I’ll hold your hand through the screen
and you’ll see where I wish I could be.
Over the coast and far away
is the boy who left no words to say
but the music we shared is still there.
He’s dancing, and I’m dancing, and we’ll never meet.
Imagine living a life bereft, like an old-time cottager,
of southern sea otters
or Lana del Rey, a continent away
Historically we never met, never parted, never learned to love our friends afar.
This short poem was written as part of the ‘Alphabet Superset‘ programme: it is quick work and is unedited.
Late Romantic 
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