A secret thing, three little words I need to hear from you. Maybe I’m selfish to want them, to feel like I have something to lose. So small, and fleeting, those three words. Out of your mouth and into the ether they’ll go, as if they never existed at all. But I’ll know.
On summer days, my happy place is not a beach or mountain path. It’s so much more (or less) than that (depending on how you look at it). My happy place, when the weather’s warm and the days and nights are long and quiet, is by your side wherever you are. My happy place on summer days (and winter, fall, and spring days, too) is a whole world: me and you.
*I had planned to post a sweet song for Valentine’s Day yesterday, and then a poem today. But time got away from me yesterday, as it so often does, and well, here we are. So, here’s a sort of love poem, and a video of me singing some Gillian Welch by the fire. I hope you enjoy both! And if you’re in the US and in the line of fire – er, ice – with this latest winter storm, stay safe and warm!*
Dear Someone, I don’t need you, but I’d like to meet you nonetheless.
It might be fun, Dear Someone, to see where things could go, but no, I’m not waiting for you. See, I’ve got other things to do.
It’s a big universe, after all, Dear Someone, and who can say who meets who and when. Though I hope we do, eventually, some time, someday, maybe.
And so, Dear Someone, whoever you are, if by chance we stumble across each other at some party or in some bar, I’m open to the possibility.