To Catch Up - a poem

These days we have much to discuss
We could pull our saucered coffee beverages off the counter
to be balanced precariously in our laps as we’d kick back on an old hipster sofa and trade our stories and our latest hopes and fears.

Of course, it would be snowing outside.

There are the little matters of latest movie actor fascinations
and the things with which we have to deal in our places of work and study
And the larger matters of you being married, and me living in 12 square feet in the city of my dreams.

The smaller bond that we both name cats not just our friends, but roommates,
and the larger bond that we’re both on a path to glorify, to the same end, and it’s hard not to get easily, absurdly sidetracked, every hour.

But I wish we would have this afternoon, this conversation I now imagine,

Because I remember the many that we used to know, when our hopes and fears were other matters entirely,

and beautifully intertwined.