Warm Bodies
Deep sighs and wandering eyes,
it seems like the wind just blew the time
where everyone else we know
is just hanging around that corner,
lingering on those now lonely benches,
talking about how life still goes on,
even we ourselves don't want to go on, but have to.
How do we unfold a memory?
Of the days we are sober with our coffee fix
thinking about the days
we have to be enough for
people who never thought we were.
As if that cappucino will fill the gap of what we fall short.
We always order tall by the way like it will greatly matter at all.
Everything else matter and maybe that's part of the problem.
Maybe that's why we can only count the days
we can be more of a loving human
with more than just a heart that pumps blood on this human body.
Human bodies.
We share on a rounded table drinking cold beers
even when the last thing we want is cold.
But how did we meet them?
A wave of hello and some hearty to genuine laughters
and then suddenly we found ourselves trading secrets of
why we are very very terrified to grow up.
Days passed of this company that didn't make us
feel like unwanted guests, thank you.
We start to realize rivers can overflow, milk spills
when they can no longer contain it
but they don't have to apologize for
taking up too much space just by existing.
And for a moment growing up seems
like a less terrifying idea with these people.
We slowly grow up with a tiny part of them
- can be that smile,or a pinky, a dozen of bravery
additional humor in the eyes or memories in the heart
which may take a space that we don't have to apologize for
anymore.
Remember when I said growing up seems like a less terrifying idea?
Well the universe is a funny birthday celebration.
We have to deal with the day of growing – apart.
Now people ask, "but honey who's counting?
"I do."
I replied as I blow the candle.