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Midwesterners

funny how we end up in nearly identical places.
yes, different labs and different faces,
but the small distance is surmountable.

sometimes i wonder if we could cross paths.
what business do i have down there?
we never were anything,
so i’d need business,
because i have no ties
other than you.

will you always be a lone wolf?
the mysterious alaskan wilderness man
quietly grabbing life by the horns?
you could complete anyone,
but could anyone complement you?

sometimes i wonder if you want to be alone.
even my foolhardy heart knows
mine is not the company you seek—
(if you even seek some at all)—
but i may forever be a not-so-secret admirer,
and i will always hope that you are happy.

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Always Be

another cover on the wall
this hall is yours--

no other has achieved
so much as you.

and i, above all else,
am happy for you.

i am.

even if other thoughts
and memories flood forth,

i will always be
proud of you.

(and maybe proud for you,
'cause you're too modest.)

my mind isn't make you out
to be some underdog story;

i know you as you who are.

and you are worth
every ounce of admiration.

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Who He Is, To Me

He never really said that much.
He found my mind anyway.
He laughed and asked me why.
And I told him I don’t know.

He believed that I don’t know.

I just want to tell him I knew then,
and I know more now.
He’s just real damn cool,
exactly as he is.

He listens real closely.
He remembers things I say.
He never tries to dominate
our stupid conversations.

He prefers to ride his bike to work.
He likes the science I do, too.
He lives to please himself,
and not anybody else.

I’d love to be like that.

I feel safe when he’s around.
He makes me feel like living.
I feel whole when he is around.
He makes me feel like I am equal,
like I’m deserving of his time.

He thinks bananas are the worst fruit.
He drinks a lot of black coffee.
He kind of has a sweet tooth
and likes to eat Swedish Fish.

He likes his hair kind of long.
He always wears a baseball cap.
He hates on all the teams I like,
but I love the way it lights him up.

I’m useless from his smile.

I feel safe when he’s around.
He makes me feel like laughing.
I feel whole when he is around.
He makes me feel appreciated,
like he enjoys his time with me.

He sings only when the volume’s high.
He plays guitar and saxophone.
He is truly quite artistic
and draws pictures for his friends.

He stands about six foot two.
He came here from Alaska.
He really loves his dog Indie,
and she’s the only girl he needs.

I wish I could be a girl he needs.

‘Cause I’m sure that he knows
I need him.

He let me talk in People’s Place.
He didn’t tell me I’m crazy.
He told me that I have two choices,
and asked me what I’m gonna do.

He walked with me down to Starbucks.
He said that I don’t need their eyes.
He believes I’m doing this for me,
but if not, I made a promise to him.

I feel safe when he’s around.
He makes me feel like living.
I feel whole when he’s around.
He makes me wanna be all that I can be,
that it’s good to be just me.

I feel alive when he’s around.
He makes me feel like laughing.
I feel strong when he is around.
He makes me feel like I’ll be just fine;
because of him, I’ll be fine.