and sought to brew
a tast of what we once consumed
in joy and secret
or in public places
The revelry of pure expression
Brought to paper lovingly
We spoke and shared over chicken fingers
I spilled sauce on your things
What was it that I had at masters that I've so often sought to deny
When I convinced myself I was never one of you
Was it a lie?
Well, I've written sparcely since we dispersed
And my being has become more bland
Work emails never flow in verse
Cubicles constrain & countermand
I hope I see you all again
But maybe I won't -- time will tell
For now I hope this entry finds you
Living, Loving an Writing well
JML
