Monday


how were we there at the same time?

And sometimes I wonder what you look like now and how you wear your hair.
Sometimes I wonder if you grew taller or if you still wore consignment shop clothes.
And all of a sudden, there you were, just right in front of my human eyes.
I didn’t think about you for years now and then you just reappear?
How should I feel? What should I do? The thoughts in my mind are frozen in time.
Right now I feel like crying, I can see your soul and mine dancing above all things.
I feel the tears fill up my eyes, it’s almost rolling down my throat kind of cry.
I don’t know if this is ok or normal, why do my eyes want to shut forever now?
Should I have said hello to you and your friends at the market, full of laughs and sunshine?
While I stand in the never ending grilled cheese line, between my love and my mother?
What was supposed to happen? Why were we in the same room at the same time?
There are millions of other humans and on this one very day your there.
I didn’t know if I should get up and dance or run and hide in my turtle shell.
All I wanted to do was stare at you, like the first time we ran in the rain with our clothes on before dusk. Like the time we made love on the railroad tracks and didn’t remember a thing.
Or the time we made a fort in your living room and hung out there all day.
Nothing in the World mattered besides you and I and our music.
Why can’t we go back in time and figure out what was so rusty? Was in my lips?
Was it my attitude? Why am I feeling this way today? Now all I want to do is cry.
The lemon drop tears will roll off of my face until the next time we meet sir.
There is still a door in my heart that is half open for you to come in and pour your love out.
I need something about you still and I can’t quite put my finger on it, all I know is something was there.


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