i could have held you all night
and put my fingers through your hair
i would have talked with you forever
swapping stories till the sunrise
exchanging eyes with one another
lips interlocked in a requited warmth
i could have held you all night

you are the simplistic love
sharing bytes of information
without games of deception

you are the simplistic love
a voice of honesty
when no one else speaks up

you are the simplistic love
showing care by example
not just in word

you are the simplistic love
leading with sense
instead of expectation

you are the simplistic love
living every moment
a stirring sentient amonst the unrest

you are the simplistic love
smiling back at me

The content boy visited his content home
Hugging his parents with content and enjoying his content friends
They shared content times with one another and helped keep the boy content
Though some uncontent thoughts did come, but he was able to replace them with content ones
All was content during the visit and this made the boy content about the future

there's so much talking going on
holding your attention quickly becomes burdensome
though it's easier to sink out of the room
not that i ever do

come to be social
stay for the atmosphere
leave without much
except a buzz and the urge to avoid sleep

i get up slowly and make some small offhand comment
maybe a joke or observation
it doesn't actually matter
every second counts
i slip on my shoes and collect my things
as i walk towards the door i think about what i want to say
i turn around and give what i can only hope is a caring embrace
when i let go i'm met with a strong gaze
that's my cue to lean in
afterwards i deliver my half-baked message
i open the door and hit the pavement with my hood up
"what now?" i think

A thousand clouds or so
A rough estimate
Of the evening storm
Passing those tree tops and muddy yards
City sidewalks scuffed
Coated with rain & discarded steps
A slight glow marking the air
Which stood remarkably still
Among the sparse bustle
Of parallel wanderers
Sharing sound
And company
Until the sky
Changes mood

Just hopefully not soon

as i awoke reality shifted into gear
a process mastered though often unappreciated
(depending on the dream)
that morning i didn't remember any
but there was one thing
one that also happened to still be there
sitting up right beside me
as i took note of her outline
quickly went through the checklist of features i've come to know
(though most immaterial)



and then i fell back asleep.