Loving Frank Was Like All My Life Finally Figured Out.

I sit and watch Frank smoke
on the curb out front of his house.

It is windy and cold and we are all
bundled up in jackets and scarves.

He is the same old Frank that I remember
from so long ago,
but older and even wiser
then he was back in high school.

I look at him kind of like a kid looks at an older sibling
but I think I love him so much more then that.

I watch the smoke from his mouth and I watch his hazy eyes
stare at nothing in particular as he stands there in front of me.

I don't think I had ever seen someone
who had it all figured out
as much as Frank had his whole life.

The disposition of him
was one that brought a peace unto me
that I can't even describe to this chilly autumn day.

I could sit and look at Frank for always,
Frank was my very first love.

I knew from the moment I pieced together
how I always liked the way his eyes got small and narrow
when he was angry, when we argued.

And certainly I thank god
for every single argument
that I ever, ever had with Frank
because I look back on us now and I smile,
and I look at Frank now, and still I can't help but do the same.

We are so grown up, the two of us,
and I haven't seen him in a good long year
but once I found my way back here
he hadn't changed a bit.

It makes me glad, and I think maybe he is mine again.

I hope so hard that he is because I've come to know
that I could only ever love someone more then myself
if they were Frank.