I wish I meant a little more to him,
He only seems to reach for me..when he’s in a need of a sweat,
Occasionally if he’s feeling down and applying fire to the earth..he’ll give me a listen,
When he hums along to the melody..then slightly raises the volume up..is when I know he’s enjoying his trip,
Every song is an escape from his reality,
The words I sing to him..sometimes causes his dimples to show,
Sometimes they spend minutes with his frozen tears,
I know how to evoke any emotion out of him,
The ones he tends to run from throughout the work day,
The ones he greets when it’s 3am and his mind…just won’t stop aiming for the finish line,
Whether it’s a walk to a sneaker store..or just a walk to clear his head..he’s been taking me along with him more often,
He’s so familiar with the lyrics…“Loving you is complicated”,
On one occasion he needed me to listen to “U”…by the rapper that shares his first name,
I didn’t think it was healthy for him to listen to that song 4 times in a row,
Life isn’t always connect 4,
It isn’t always a fun game,
It seems as if he has appointments with sadness,
Though he doesn’t always spend his time with depressing choruses,
Sometimes we dance together,
He likes to dance a little bachata,
I can hear the 1,2,3 step in his thoughts as I speak to him.
1,2,3 step,
1,2,3 step,
1,2,3….step.
– KC Pen
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