This is very old

I want to write the "who's" again

The "how's" and "why's" and "do's" again

I'm sick of writing "what's" and "where's"

Of "this" and "that's," of "here" and "there's"

I long to write of people who

Inspire, challenge, and improve.

Who spend time living casually 

In love, and not settling for me

 

I've found them where they've always been 

Convenient, nearly in my skin 

And I am thankful beyond measure 

For the people who make me better

For the hugs that teach me

How to best be,

How to best find 

A we-

A place to be defined-

And not to compromise 

Friends  

 

Bare

Finally, I can see your toes 

Where I always assumed they'd be.

Above the ground, resting there

Two feet below your knee

Finally, I can see your toes

For socks don't lock them in.

They're free to dance, free to tap-

One foot below your shin.

Finally, I can see your toes

And how they make me laugh.

Little, faceless, and exposed

Barely below your calf.

Finally, your toes are loose!

I hope to you it's sweet 

To feel the breeze, to know a life

Lived newly in barefeet.