the days are so short

 

there's too many lines and words in my head 

(and i'm counting the letters by the bed) 

so, for you i'll try to narrow them down 

i've sent a dog running who's chasing the cattle of words around 

i'll present them in a pleasingly designed, pleasant precious little piece 

but only if you could take a peak inside

you'd see

i'm filled up to the brim with what they call love and such 

i'll tell you all about it, don't worry 

much to my dismay 

you're not here 

but if you were, i'd say

you're like water in a desert

or maybe i won't, i'm so shy 

which you'll deny but did you know? 

i like to think of you as a tin roof and i a raindrop 

or maybe i'm an ill-famed crease on your white shirt before big interviews

or maybe we're just two people who in the course of their human existence

have found one thing of consistence 

which is that everything is possible when the other is around. 

wait, why are you looking at the ground? 

is it because i compared your impact to footprints on freshly mopped marble floors 

or is it due to the fact that you're staring at my hands, as i am yours

remember when i said this piece would be short?

well in a world where moonlight kisses your face as you sit on my bed 

i couldn't cut down my thoughts.

and finally when you decide to leave 

i'll ask you to stay for one more round of tea 

for the days are so short and you are so lovely.