Title: My Friend
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summary: A S/J poem
Author's Note: I didn't write this to be a S/J poem at all. In fact, I wrote it a last year ago as an original piece of poetry about a friend of mine. But when I was looking it over tonight, it struck me how it could be interpreted as a S/J piece. I guess it just goes to show much much fandom can take over your subconscious!
Date: 14/12/08
Disclaimer: Paramount et al owns Stargate. No names used, but they own them all the same.
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My Friend
I
like to think I know you
know what you think
know how you feel
but I'm not sure I do
I
know the look in your eye
when you laugh
when you
rage
and the soft shudder of your cries
I
know the shape of your hands
large
palms holding mine
childish fingers waving
they make me laugh in spite of myself
I
know the length of your frame
towering over my head
warming my side as I lean
soft and warm, it protects me
I
know your words
so
familiar to my ears
phrases fraught with history
I know what you'll say every time
I
know when you'll visit
whether I ask you
or
not
and we'll sit, silent and natural
I
know when I cry
your
arms will encircle me
your words will enfold me
you comfort better than anyone I know
But
who are you
when you're
not with me
when it's
not our time
Are you still my friend?
I
do not know
how
you think
how you feel
I
do not know
how you
move
how you act
I
do not know
how you
love
how you live
You
do not tell me
who you
are
when you're not
with me
and so I'm left with half of you
I
do not know the whole
I'm not allowed
for
reasons I don't understand
but I love the half I have
And I'll cherish the pieces in my possession.
Always.
December 14, 2008