forgets

I love you.

Admittedly I’ve seen men saying the same thing about toilets when they were puking their guts out in them, invoking a strange camaraderie between them and the inanimate porcelain. As if it’d been there with them during their night of debauchery. Women as well, while wolfing down tubs of ice cream trying to quell the aching in their hearts with it and lifetime movies.

You know how to tell when they really mean it? You tell me and i’ll tell you.. It’s when you’re pouring your heart out.

And what if happiness was only momentary
like a hummingbird feeding from flowers,
each only having a little to give..
Well you’d be happy with that wouldn’t you?

Well what if people didn’t know what hummingbirds were? 
Oh but you do, don’t you?

The last time I visited Michigan when I arrived at the airport it was something like 5 below. The natives didn’t find that at all unnatural, but the tourists all huddled near the exit grabbed hands, mustered up whatever courage they could find and started running for whomever was waiting for them with an open car door. No one was waiting for me as my flight had gotten there early so I went for a drink. An airport bar is an odd thing, can’t ask anyone ‘you come here often?’ though I saw a few people trying. Instead I just watched people coming and going for a little while, and left this scribbled on a napkin when it was my time 

it seems we are all glasses,
half empty, or half full,
all ready to drink up
trying to get whole

It would be nice to be under covers,
in the cold. huddled together, speaking softly.
I have missed the feeling of knowing what’s it’s like
to feel someone elses heart beat alongside mine,
teaming like dogs running the iditarod.
and just becoming warm again.

I feel a little alone when I look in the mirror.
I would like to think everyone has these thoughts
but if I look at myself
I wouldn’t believe I have them either.

either way, they’re of little comfort.
they run rampant like errant children as I try and gather them.
I’m happy you listen.
I’m happy when you talk,
if you could see, it’d look like they all circle around your voice.
you’re the new kid and they haven’t heard your stories