Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Falling in Love

Wouldn't it be nice if we could fall in love like we used to
two young people who meet
at a shop, in the center of town
where she works as an ice cream clerk and he comes in to flirt

Wouldn't it be nice if on a summers day I met you
as you came around the corner
out for a stroll
on a lovely summers day

Or in school, the shy guy hiding behind your bravado

or any way that we all used to fall in love

The characters of text on my little phone screen don't speak to me like a stolen kiss in the moonlight out back in the field

I'm not the same, sitting behind my desk at my 9-5 job

as I was barefoot, walking down center street in the hot summer sun

I just feel like you can't really understand who I am

In this staid, fettered world.