she looked out the window
with a sad smile
the image blurred by rain drops
"youre crying just like me"
she whispered

the thing about fires
is that sometimes
you just have to watch them
burn

She couldn't decide who she wanted to be,
so she was everyone.

She couldn't decide what she wanted to do,
so she did everything.

This
was better than being no one;

This
was better than doing nothing,

as many are, and many do...

She
was not them.

She
was different.

catching a ride with
a stranger,
because at 34
i've no one else
to count on,
a stranger
that's known me
for all my 34 years
but has never
known me
he was there
which is more
than some can say
but he was never
really there
he took me fishing
a few times
so there's that
awkward silence ensues
and even more awkward
conversation
here's my stop
so i get out
and thank him
for the ride
and the stranger
drives off
and i hope one day
my kids will be able to say
that i was never there
but i was always
really
there.

how many men
do i have to fill myself up with
before i am able
to get the feeling of you
out of my chest