According to both you, and Feral Heart, your birthday's today. And so. Happy birthday, Sock.
Late night, early morning
Meeting, delirious
Do you even remember?
Often cranky, five a.m pretty,
You're insane.
Your words that make no sense,
spouting mrrr's and then, giddy;
Irking me with talk of J,
You do it on purpose.
Sitting in the plains,
Watching that zebra.
The events were virtual, the
Memories were not.
Getting mad at you,
All because you were jam.
And worry, that's big too.
Why, you know,
And I know, it's hard stuff to go through.
Pain demands to be felt,
There are things you fear to say or do.
It hurts and it's scary,
Only because it matters to you.
But really, if you need it,
I'll be here,
Until you tell me to do otherwise.
Fish can't write poetry, they can eat Frosted Flakes though.
