In another life I fancied myself a poet. Maybe it's time to reflect.

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four hands

clasped together

on the dirty diner table

i watch as your heart bleeds

on the wrinkled paper napkin

you say, "she'll have coffee and cream"

i laugh that you know me so well.

the humor of life

is never enough to save us.

your brown eyes

offer up my reflection,

imperfect and strange.

you stare into me

but your mind is somewhere far away.

we laugh at the ditzy waitress

who forgot what you ordered.

flash bulbs of reality

take us away from ourselves.

you sigh

and tell me seriously,

that you couldn't live with a vegetarian.

it's so much more than the little things

that always stand in our way.




Soundtrack - "Sing" ~ Travis