You don’t have to call me,
but you do have to smile
and tell me how it’s been so long since we spoke for the last time.
And I will take these words
that I have memorized
and I will scramble all the letters,
so the meaning isn’t right.
I love the way you see
with your uncomplicated eyes,
but my thoughts are raging pistons
through my locomotive mind.
And when I try to slow it down,
that’s when I start to realize
that I might turn this non-believer
into something more alive.
And it’s a long way down.
I guess it might seem silly
and a little bit unwise
just sitting here in the stillness
and contemplating life.
Surrounded by the scribbled sheets
of these long forgotten rhymes
and the boxes full of records
now the dust has compromised.
But, that is just how it goes
when you’re standing out of time
and contemplating other people’s stories
in your mind.
Knowing that you’re out there
somewhere doing what you do
not bothering to notice that I
haven’t talked to you.
But, this is all just fine.
We’re not bending space and time.
The sun still dazzles where it shines
and I don’t really live inside my mind.
So, maybe if you called me
even though it’s been a while,
we could navigate the distance,
we could joke about the time
and make a plan to keep things going.
But, we know it’s just a lie
and I could wish you well in kindness
and know you’ll be alright.