disenchanted with the world
deliberate laksadaisy with a razor sharp edge
he smells like flowers
loves his daddy
2 badges short of an eagle scout
I could say that’s all I know about him
but it wouldn’t be true
….but everything else isn’t fit for words
he plays guitar and
he talks more than I do
because I can’t speak when he’s around
somebody shut the french door
the words don’t even make it to my throat
I’m too busy listening
I don’t want to miss anything he says
it comes out crooked
or maybe thats the just the way I’m hearing it
And it’s not what it sounds like — I’m not in love with him
it’s different….
his humor is drier than the drought in Texas this year
Strange that we came together when it finally rained
and what a beautiful sight to behold
to see him like I have
I’m willing to learn something he’s not trying to teach me
and it’s so obvious
but I just can’t seem to grasp it
and what he says he wants
isn’t me
but I’m something to do in the mean time
until something better comes along
Or maybe we’re both tired of waiting for that
and this really is a victory
and not just our hollow bodies
trying to make sense of the time we have left.
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