it has become as easy
as the cracking sidewalk in the stare of my eyes
as i walk to school
with you
and the jumping up the stairways two at a time
laughing when i bump into the wall
because now our hugs
are expected and mean little to me
and mean little to you
(i still imagine my disaster
and that extra tug tighter, but more because
i want to be saved, because i want a hero)
still for now i will no longer take the f train
to the r train to the b or the q
and prolong my journey home for a matter
of minutes
because i am secure in our friendship
and the balance of our intimacy
does not lie in the crack between the closing doors
nor can it be broken by the trains delay
as the wheels jolt me forward
and you far behind