I’m so glad that you like me,
it really means a lot
that you care enough about my
existence to talk to me
and give me your moments.
I am incredibly flattered that
my spirit resides
in some part of your memory often
enough to consider me
‘Close’.
Now, favours are not something
that I often distribute
nor do I collect,
but on this one occasion
please, I beg
Do not invite me to your wedding.
I care for you, I do,
but the thought of watching you
dance for your keepers
shatters the picture of you I keep.
I’m sure you dance so well,
in fact I know you do,
but I won’t march in your circus
for the sake of the god you’ve
never prayed to.
I care not for your family,
who I don’t really know,
nor the kin that belong to your beau
and I would only come to sample
the gin, (will you have gin?)
I care about you, my friend
so much that I’m willing
to give up my place among
your thoughts if it gives me
my freedom.
So do not invite me to your wedding,
Nor showers, nor appointments alike.
Save me from prediction
and release me from your expectation.
Let me fly with the strangers.
On Tuesdays 