Who Knew

who knew,
from the get-go
that a poem
that a handful of words
a miscellany of thoughts

thrown out
for everyone to see
could be my best effort
to give you a hug right now

who knew,
the magnetism I feel
when your chest reaches mine
when your lips meet mine
could reassure me

I never thought
I would’ve known you this long
I could’ve gotten to know you this deep
you’ve been an absolute pleasure
to quote a certain singer –
“you’re the best”

I know your plate is nearly
breaking from the weight upon it
I don’t think I could balance it myself;
you’re not King’s Buffet
you need a break –

since I can’t be it,
promise me you’ll
take a breath
and some water

because I miss you a smidge