Musical Tears

You snuck in to come find me.
I’m leaving, moving, there’s another place I need to be.
The music is loud, pumping dramatic beats.
I can see you over there, you are scanning the crowd, my body heats.

“He’s here, he wants to talk to you, say a last goodbye.” Says a friend of mine.
“I don’t think I can, it’s too hard, I’m a mess, what if…I think I just need a sign.”
“He is your sign, he showed up tonight, he knows you’re leaving, he’s only here for you, you can do this, it’s only nine.”
“Ok, can you stay close when he comes, I need to know you’re here, just don’t listen but be near.”

The colourful light beams frolicking throughout this massive, high ceiling room.
Chest is heavy, mind is spinning, I want to dance but I’m staring at you from a distance, you search the crowd for my gaze, I cannot swoon.
Deep breath, boom, your piercing denim blues finally match my zoom.
Our eyes are locked, you put down your drink and push your way through the sea of fantastical dancing souls to come to me.
In this secret little corner, I am to cry very soon.

The DJ changes his tune something earthy and mysterious now, this is my vibing.
Your walk to me feels like it’s taking a decade, your eyes are sweet and you’re smiling.
I can hear them already, the descriptive way your blues speak, they say, “please stay, I know you won’t, I know you can’t, but please know I think of you every single day.”
You’re here now, at the table I sit, you across from me, I can’t stay still, I must shift.

Elbows on the table, forearms down, your palms face up in front of us. I know this move, your usual gesture.
It says with such clarity and ease, “Put your hands in mine, I am open, safe and here to listen to all that you say.”
I slowly bring my hands to meet yours knowing the second we touch, this interaction, much harder. I will keep my words steady and continue on my way.

Your eyes reaching inside, they always find my soul with every breath, every loud pause,
never leaving mine, not even for a second to look around, to be distracted. You calmly ask about the cause.
I try to explain, both of our palms now sweaty, holding tighter. I tell you how I am broken down by the laws.
The kind and loving way you listen and hold my shaking hands, you don’t see my flaws.

I can’t bear to look away from you for soon our eyes will never meet again.
I’m soaking this up, relishing, dancing in your gaze, devouring every blink trying to make them tandem, so I never miss a thing.
We are surrounded by a sea of loud movement yet, the room feels empty and quiet, very still.
The beats pulsing our blood, the music consuming our veins, we are a thrill.

I must convey my gratitude, my love and my pain.
You haven’t said much, I know you’re waiting and feeling quite slain.
The way you’re looking at me tonight is different, it’s desperate to make me stay.
I am stepping towards a future of new, a new day with a new way.

The tears pooling in your eyes, one, two, three drops as they fall down your dewy, glowing cheeks. You’re still smiling, but crying a soft tune.
I want to brush the tears from your face, I want to kiss them and taste the salty liquid of you one more time.
My heart can’t take this, watching you cry I need to bring you closer so our hearts can break together, and then somehow, attempt to take off and fly.

My mind searches for a memory we shared,
to take me away just for a moment from this present hurt.
That time you were so sweaty and frazzled and I tore off your shirt.
I inch closer, you pull me in a bit, I lean, I can’t help but let you hold me harder and nearer, but there cannot be an ounce of flirt or the slightest scene.
Except it’s too late, our souls were meant to roll around in the sun and in the dirt. What does it all mean?

Your hand reaches over to my face, cups my chin and my cheek softly, your head leans to one side.
This body language of surrender and acceptance amidst the chaos from this stormy tide.
Our hands part, leave one another for the last time.
Am I making a mistake? No. I am not ok, but I am going to be just fine.

I could stare at your face all night but I need to push you away now, so I can regain and recenter my sight.
You stand up to leave and I stay sitting.
My heart is beating too fast, I’m panicking and losing my might.
You come around the table towards me, this is fitting, I think I’m tripping, it’s a fright.

Standing beside me now eyes still locked, I can sense you’re thinking, wondering…I feel rocked.
Your breathing is short, your chest raising fast, the light quickly shines on us, one bold move and your hands grip my face, our lips collide, our tongues embrace.
This feels necessary, it’s perfect, to have this kiss to end the night.
It feels sad and painful, with yearning, but it’s nothing less than very right.

Our lips glued together like magnetic fields,
I know we have to stop, slow down,
I didn’t have time to reach for and hold up my shield.
Oh well, let this kiss imprint my body and soul. Let it drip with emotion and passion and then let it roam.
Let it run, keep going, harder, sweeter, longer, more, because when we stop, I will let go and I will go home.

Your hands leave my face and our lips depart.
You step away, tears still inside your heart.
No more words, just intense stares.
Five, six, seven seconds pass, you don’t look away, so full of care.
You hesitate to turn, try to walk away but something is holding you, I want you to share, I want you to say.
I want you to stay, I want you to walk away.

You wipe the wet from your eyes and turn your back to me in a strange disguise.
Thank you sweet man, you are forever a treasure that felt much like a prize.
Here we go now we can rise above the clouds and the stars because we know now the highs and the tries and what is forever ours.
Watching you disappear into the crowd, the music knows that it’s over.
I am alone now, sitting here with my wise and my cries. Then…one last look, over your shoulder.

Wolves and Wine

You took off like a bullet.
Do bullets actually take…off?
I put on a sweater because it’s cold now.
Your absence brings an age of…ice.

Icy shivers down my spine.
I’m going to add to my sweater, some wine.
I don’t drink, is this ok? I look at your face, but I’m blind.
It’s a good thing we never signed.

I’m inside a warm and cozy cave.
I’ve got tools and I know how to save.
It’s just us now. You’re my fav.
The fire I’ve got inside, keeps me brave.

I’m ok huddled here, I’ll be ok.
I can hear the wolves outside, I hope they stay.
It’s peaceful in here, I’ve made a good spot to lay.
The night is long but today…is the day.

The cave walls have a smooth look.
No jagged or rough edges, nowhere for a hook.
I feel safe. The flames burning, crackling, I remember what you took.
Be careful out there, don’t get shook.

I sit here by the fire, in my sweater in this cave.
I watch their movement outside, the wolves pace back and forth.
I’m not afraid. I think they are my protection, not here for an election.
Thank you dear wolf pack, for having my back.

How did I get here? Huddled, alone, protected by wolves?
I can see the sky outside a bit. It’s bare.
What a feeling this is. Uncertain and unsettled, but in good care.
Fire is comfort for my soul and my mind. I close my eyes.

The heat pressing my face, it got brighter even without sight.
I pray that you are alive and safe.
I hope you come back one day. But until you do. I’ll wait.
Here inside this cave, behind the wolves. In my sweater.
With my wine. With my tribe.  

Two Is Enough

Two is enough for me.
If you gave me three, four, six, seven;
I’d simply say, “Thank you, but one is just heaven.”

I don’t know why I look up to the sky.
Maybe because the answers to questions of low;
Seem to always be found up high or higher so.

Busy, rushing, too many, too much.
Why does this game always feel the same?
Same old numbers adding up to more pain.

It’s why I like less, one and two.
Simpler, calmer, easier, intimate and quiet.
My cat used to say, “Emma you and me, that’s it.”

You see my smile, hear my voice.
But you do not see me or hear me and it is quite alright;
I have gifted myself wisdom to remain not small, but full of height.

The light shines brightly, kindly and with soft intention.
My heart is guided in the utmost strangest way now;
I am sorry for the explanation that I have not to know how.

I will not take up space where someone else should be.
My mind and soul have figured out the equation and it has come, with some hesitation.
But question not my intuition strong, I am lightning and thunder, the rain my slippery sedation.

Not nine or twelve or five. Just one or two.
The world is not what they say.
I look at you looking at me and think, “this is an incredible day.”

The water on petals, the dirt on my boots.
The ducks in twos, the sunshine plus one.
Did you hear that? Silence and so many, but also none.

I can’t believe I am here now. Taken so far and so deep.
You reminded me that there is special in nothing.
Then I fell into a sleep and woke up with a perfect and reliable, trusting of something.

The softness fills me. The colour enchants my eyes.
I cry with gratitude and thanks;
I have won the prize.