Poetry--blast from the past

My mom sent me an email with a poem she had found written by me in one of my notebooks. (Um, hopefully she did not find anything else really personal written in this notebook, ahem.)

 I cannot remember when I wrote this poem, but I can remember feeling this way for most of my teens and all of my 20's. It is a poem about feeling alone and noticing that the people around me had something that I did not, companionship.

Today, I am so thankful that I have this companionship. Even when Rob and I disagree or have our spats, I would not change it for the world. I love how Rob makes me think and challenges me. I love how we are real with each other and don't hold our cards back. We are now like the people I was envying in my poem.

Here is the poem from my adolescent / 20 something self:

Alone I sit by the kitchen table

Hearing voices from upstairs.

A Boy. A Girl. 

They banter back and forth

Each voice spurring the other to respond

The fragrance from their sweet

friendship wafts down to my apartment.

Their pointless chatter does not seem that meaningless...

shared with each other.

At this moment,

I too desire such a friendship

To spend time with someone

different than the rest.

We would spur each other on,

While falling deeper into our own haven

that only we would understand.

We would laugh, and then act silly.

Then dive into a serious banter

before going on a search for squirrels.

The time would fly

and our fragrant wafts would also fill the building

But we would not notice

In our indifference to everything except each other.

Alone I sit at the kitchen table.

Hearing voices from upstairs.