Unforgetable Blue Ink Days

I see it in the papers I write on.
How limited a space we all have.
How we intrude on each others spaces...
and you feel the pains of being touched.

I took it up again,
the scribbled angry blue ink spots of my teenage years.
I took it back with a passion.
Timely, you could say.

I see it in the way you retell a story to me,
pausing for effect,
when really you lose me in every well thought out gap.
The effect is all in the way you accuse me,
I hear nothing but your accusations.

I knew it then and I don't stop knowing it now.
Not because I can online shop.
Not because I can drive a four wheeled vehicle,
and never because I am forever older then you.

I don't stop.
And you words find a way to catch up to me.
Friendship you think doesn't fit me.
Its to loose a garb to hide under.
And you smile,
"I still see you." You seem to say.

Well seem to say this.
I can find happiness outside a box,
and still be boxed in.

I can talk and still not talk about you.

I can have a friend and still not forget you.