in this gay-straight world,

in this gay-straight world,

i miss having a friend to talk to,

calling someone I love, beautiful.

i miss sharing an ice cream,

bathing in the swimming pool learning

to read poetry and understanding punk,

i miss calling collect and serving the opportunity,

hoping she’ll say yes or possibly maybe.

i miss singing and dancing in the street

with my torn umbrella, my shoes wet

i miss drawing her eyebrows,

kissing her chin or laughing with her grin

i miss thinking of how cool

it would be to rent a boat afterschool

i miss diaries and dailies murmuring and daisies

thinking of mobility and being free to decide

what’s best for one, three or five.

i miss being in duos, fours or eights.

with balloons crashing on dance floor dates

i miss holding her hand and thinking

what better plans we could lay down tonight

walking by the sea or drinking candle light tea.