ISTP here. Trying something unusual: being vulnerable with you guys.
Even though I’m a stereotypical ISTP, I secretly dabble in free-verse poetry once in a while. It’s usually not something I share. Mostly, it's just helps me sort out my thoughts and emotions.
Here’s one about someone I deeply care about—an ENFJ woman. I’m testing it out on you to get an idea of how she would react if I ever read it to her. (Extremely unlikely)
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All these words
Enough time passed that we should have become strangers,
but we never quite managed it.
Good friends?
Friendship seems too small.
Love seems too uncertain.
Perhaps it is neither.
Perhaps it is simply the quiet comfort
of being understood by another soul.
We always seem to find the same corner of the same bar,
as if time keeps a seat reserved for us.
There, we trade old stories,
old wounds,
and the weight of whatever life has placed upon us lately.
You ask questions few others ask.
You listen to answers few others hear.
Maybe because years ago,
someone whose judgment mattered to you
had already spoken of me
more than I ever knew what to do with.
And for someone who has always kept much of himself behind locked doors,
I find myself speaking.
Not because I have to.
Because somehow, with you, I can.
Or at least I try.
I never knew what to do with all those words.
Only that when life is unkind to you,
something in me wishes to stand beside you.
Life carried us down different rivers.
I do not curse the current.
I do not wish away the years.
I only know that whenever our paths cross,
something familiar returns,
like a melody remembered
before its name is known.
A reminder that connection exists.
You are one of those people.
Not because of what might have been.
But because of what is.
So, here’s to you, for all these words.
And the silence between them.