you were a disaster this morning-
i had to grab a towel to clean the mess your dreams made,
that leaked from your eyes and into the pillow case
i just changed yesterday morning.
it doesn’t matter,
here’s your coffee, my dear.
it’s a brand new day, i’m here.
don’t worry, tomorrow i will still be here.
you said maybe
the stars aren’t aligned
for you and I
but whoever decides
how stars should be
aligned for people
needs to back down,
i’m taking over.
he’s doing a crappy job
and why does he get
i’ll lasso our stars
and pull them down to us.
here, take mine.
it goes wherever you go.
i’ll miss you
like the dozens
of meteor showers
i’m not sure when,
but i’ll see you again.
tell me i will.
the taxi cab’s out front
and your bags are in the doorway
but you are still in the kitchen
drinking milk straight from the box
like you don’t know I hate it when you do that
I know you’re going to leave
you wouldn’t have kissed me on the
forehead when you thought I was asleep
if you’re going, why are you still here?
vampires need permission before
they are able to enter a house
what do you call someone who so
badly wants to leave but still itches to
ask if he can when the obvious reply is,
“no, don’t go?”
For after all,
the best thing one can do
when it is raining
is let it rain.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow