Looking for a string of red crackers
I spy the blue beyond the sound
momentarily disarmed by smoke
I confuse tiredness with melancholy
and build miniature walls around my heart
invented by the broken bits of time
I wait for a popping to ascend up my spine
and for your acceptance of a suspended lettuce
I offer my attention halfheartedly
and question my hesitation
a billboard awakens me from aimless analysis
"What has love got to do with..."
'reality' I add impulsively
a reminder the teenager inside is well and truly
buried beneath life
I desire you in the dark
but only feel comfort with you veiled in daylight
we have days between us
and days to come
the stories of my history
tell me to pipe down and live in it
leaving my questions at the doorstep
I wander through the welcomed year
with a 'being it' attitude...
but never forgetting my romanticism
I grieve the days my heart once throbbed
you say happy valentines
I respond with happy new year
let's got on with it
this is the life of adults
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