Friday, March 7, 2008

When we’ll be close.

I spend time archiving things,
from people that I love.

Also unpaid bills that piled up for years,
that just recently I've just started to pay.
The interest is killing me, but I'm thrifty
with my abilities.

I have removed and rescinded offers
from others before. From friends to lovers.
It just didn't "feel" right. It's hard to explaiin.

The ones still around, they are the good shit.

And for you, the offer has never left here.
For you, I have tractor trailers full of patience,
and a kiss for your neck.

What ever may need to be,
What ever may happen,
I'm glad you said more than just, "hello!"
and I am glad to be shooting from the hip.

We'll talk from 9:30 to 11:00, Monday thru Friday,
and I'll continue to look over for you in my sleep.

Just to sheepishly say "hi" to the mound of blanket,
and to dream about two weekends from now.

When we'll be close.