Friends on a yellow couch 💛
I dreamt I was sitting arm to arm
on my yellow couch
with my friends.
I said, “taste this,”
passing a pint
of dark, liquored beer.
“I kind of don’t hate it
as much as I thought I would.”The ordinary has evolved
into extraordinary,
every shared flavor
a mad glimmer of color,
of sound, of taste and smell.Oh, to touch one another again! The rarest treat.
I hope I never take those sensory moments for granted again—the smell of someone’s new lotion, the brush of a hand, the sharing of a beverage. Those things, like my friends, are more precious than ever, and I hope to hold them again soon.