Poetry For Everyday People
You Never Know When
Love found me
waiting on a train
away from it,
for good,
I'd waited
a long
long time
for it,
looked
for it,
fought
for it,
inflected
much self pain
in glimpses
of it,
in lies
of it,
in hope
of it,
I was prepared,
ready to get on
that train
of life long
loneliness,
not mind loneliness
(that's a guarantee for life)
but of heart loneliness,
touch loneliness,
life sharing loneliness,
unheard dreams loneliness,
empty hand walking
starring at flowers
fountains, floating in
sentimental thoughts,
throwing bread for
ducks, Sinatra
playing in my head,
couples smiling
as if they knew
what I could not,
watching potential
walk by
without even
looking at me
and in those days
brothers and sisters
a wink would have
lasted me all day
maybe a week,
I was ready to get on,
the train was coming,
my room was out there
waiting on me to settle
in,
pour the wine,
light the candles,
hang the picture,
play the music,
face the shadows,
an alarm clock
to remind me
if I'm dead,
books stacked
in columns
all around me,
the nights,
the long long nights
and write of how
love does not
exist
for all,
that it was
an illusion
an overblown fantasy,
a gamble with enormous
odds,
I was packed,
my heart beginning
to feel the numbness,
my mind beginning to sell me
on how good it felt,
sitting in my bar
looking at the rest
of my life,
beautifully poetic,
thankful,
bars have always
been a home, a friend,
this was more than most
have, I was lucky, not
the luckiest maybe but
lucky,
the feeling was settling
in as my heart knew of
the sentence it been handed
and now was just a matter
of getting use to the cell,
as innocence seems prone,
but wouldn't you know it,
on a clear cool night
without a hint of chance
she walked in, easy as the
wind, just walked in, two
countries, seven states,
thirty four years, a million
miles later
my heart smiled
her heart smiled
Frank sang
now ten years later
my heart smiles
her heart smiles
and I guess
the truest form
of finding love
is magical,
unexpected,
unplanned,
lucky,
lucky,
you could be picking up
a stranger's trash
off the street
as you look up
and your eyes
meet hers
as she picks it
up too
both your heads
shaking at the gull
of people throwing
trash in the street
and your heart smiles
her heart smiles
Frank Sinatra
playing in both
your heads
Mozart rains.
waiting on a train
away from it,
for good,
I'd waited
a long
long time
for it,
looked
for it,
fought
for it,
inflected
much self pain
in glimpses
of it,
in lies
of it,
in hope
of it,
I was prepared,
ready to get on
that train
of life long
loneliness,
not mind loneliness
(that's a guarantee for life)
but of heart loneliness,
touch loneliness,
life sharing loneliness,
unheard dreams loneliness,
empty hand walking
starring at flowers
fountains, floating in
sentimental thoughts,
throwing bread for
ducks, Sinatra
playing in my head,
couples smiling
as if they knew
what I could not,
watching potential
walk by
without even
looking at me
and in those days
brothers and sisters
a wink would have
lasted me all day
maybe a week,
I was ready to get on,
the train was coming,
my room was out there
waiting on me to settle
in,
pour the wine,
light the candles,
hang the picture,
play the music,
face the shadows,
an alarm clock
to remind me
if I'm dead,
books stacked
in columns
all around me,
the nights,
the long long nights
and write of how
love does not
exist
for all,
that it was
an illusion
an overblown fantasy,
a gamble with enormous
odds,
I was packed,
my heart beginning
to feel the numbness,
my mind beginning to sell me
on how good it felt,
sitting in my bar
looking at the rest
of my life,
beautifully poetic,
thankful,
bars have always
been a home, a friend,
this was more than most
have, I was lucky, not
the luckiest maybe but
lucky,
the feeling was settling
in as my heart knew of
the sentence it been handed
and now was just a matter
of getting use to the cell,
as innocence seems prone,
but wouldn't you know it,
on a clear cool night
without a hint of chance
she walked in, easy as the
wind, just walked in, two
countries, seven states,
thirty four years, a million
miles later
my heart smiled
her heart smiled
Frank sang
now ten years later
my heart smiles
her heart smiles
and I guess
the truest form
of finding love
is magical,
unexpected,
unplanned,
lucky,
lucky,
you could be picking up
a stranger's trash
off the street
as you look up
and your eyes
meet hers
as she picks it
up too
both your heads
shaking at the gull
of people throwing
trash in the street
and your heart smiles
her heart smiles
Frank Sinatra
playing in both
your heads
Mozart rains.
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