I hear him shuffle
Back and forth across
His bedroom floor
Opening his drawers
The rustling of clothes
Being placed in a loaned suitcase
I hear him shuffle
As I sit at the breakfast table
Sip my morning cup of java
Feel hot tears steam in my eyes
We've discussed this:
His need to find himself,
His authentic self...
The zipper of the closing suitcase
Rumbles in my mind
He has taken a job
On a goat farm
Where he will watch
Kids being born
Milk mothers
Produce goat cheese
Our house will be empty now,
My other roommate flatly states --
As I feel the tears well in my hazel eyes
I look out the window and notice the lawn chair --
My back to my roommate so he won't see me cry
Hear the two budgies sing in the morning cage
Listen to the stillness of the air between notes
The morning shower cascades sulphur
Over his salted masculine body
The one that I had touched softly
Caressing the crevices of his soul
I cannot love you because of your status
He quietly said, as tears shone in his blue eyes
I knew then that I lost myself a lover
It tormented my psyche while he lived here
A memory comes to mind
That summer evening after our garden party
And everyone left
We laid on that lawn chair
He rose like a Greek god
Leaned over and touched my soft lips with his
I saw his face shine in the moonlight
Inflamed lips connect and my heart speeds up
His hands erotically massage my body
I feel his heat
As it warms my sex
Tingle from excitement as we lay in the summer evening
Perchance getting caught by neighbors
Who might look from an upstairs bedroom window
Our excitement increases
As we are drawn into one another
We are almost to the point of no return
Then he stops and enters the house
Sets foot in my roommate's bedroom and closes the door
So this morning after his sulphur shower
He arrives in the kitchen
Cooks me a cheese and tomato omelet
Serves me a glass of ice cold milk
Watches as I pop my fruit loop pills
And I am happy for him
Off to find his authentic self
Where he will watch
Kids being born
Milk mothers
Produce goat cheese
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Dear Gregg, my heart cries for you to know after all the time you have had the virus, someone could hurt you with those hurtful words. This would be a very hard one to write, be proud though, you did it beautifully and it is good to let your emotions out. I am always here for you Gregg, you know that jen 
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