Icarus
Hi Danny ,
A few weeks ago you told me that no one has ever written a poem about you (that you know of), and I found it a curious thing because I always feel like there’s music playing when I'm around you. This is not a poem but a letter, sometimes things don't work out the way you thought they might. I did try to write a poem about you, but I didn't finish it. I got only this far :
Two arrows shoot across the woods and kiss each other
You don't know you’re flying in circles until you find the other wing
It’s special to meet a piece of yourself in another
Even if only for the fourth month of spring
I don't know how much I like it, but maybe you will. My favorite memories of you, even if we knew each other for only a month, don’t rhyme. You told me you wanted to stop talking completely if one of us caught feelings, so I never told you that after you kissed me the first time, everything started to smell like you. My body wash, my friends, the heater. The tiger lilies and green figs smelled like rain, and the rain smelled like you. You showed me music I’ll like for the rest of my life. You had me walking around with a giant toothy smile and I had to remind myself to hide it so that people didn’t think I was crazy.
I don’t tell you all of this for any other reason than I would like for you to begin the rest of your life knowing what you mean to people, and how I’ll remember you. If we never see each other again, I hope the rest of your life is lucky in every possible way.
– Sweet Jane