The Ones We Owe Ourselves to by James Diaz

 


There are more ways to love me

tell me how
there are more ways to listen to the rain
hit the mailbox and the cat call out to the moon
and daddy’s voice, though ten years gone, still echo
through the canyon
to remind you of this thing once called home

There more ways to thread the needle in the dark
than there are sometimes friends
who remember the feel of our hand on their shoulder
all those late nights
who pick up when we call and drive over
never mind what the roads are like

tonight

tell me how
to be that friend
always
and if I have failed
remind me of your hand
all those late nights ago

and sometimes still…

©2020 James Diaz

 

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Bio:  James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018) as well as the founding editor of Anti-Heroin Chic. Their poems have appeared in Yes Poetry, Gone Lawn, The Collidescope and Thimble Lit Mag. They live by the simple but true motto that “feelings matter” every shape and size of feeling. They believe that every small act of kindness makes an often unseen but significant difference in someone’s life and hope that their poems are a small piece of that. 

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