A snowlake fell onto the windshield
It softened--melted away
A subtle and gentle trace
Of who we were
And where we were going.

I used to think we should
Learn to be alone
Before we convinced ourselves
We’re meant to be together.

I take that back
Because I’m done
Second guessing
Whether we’ll be in love forever.

He’s on his way out,
But he’s five dollars short
Which is a miracle
To me.

It’s colder today,
As if my heart knows
This is how it’s meant
to be.

The cab driver says,
“It’s okay. Just hop in.
I’ll take you where
You need to go.”

His head ducks down
Into the car
And it pulls away
Too slow.

A meteor hits
The bottom of my soul
And my hair
Could pull itself out.

But it’s been
Two and a half years
So we already know
What this is all about.

You led me on
Just to let me down
You said we'd have our time.

So this is me
Just letting you know
You're not worth all of mine.

She never shows her sadness
or makes anyone aware
that deep down she is hurting
and that the pain is hard to bear.

She acts like nothing’s wrong,
like everything will be okay.
I think this really worked for her
up until yesterday.

“Why?” she asked,
“Why is this the end?”
What a hard question
for such an honest friend.

What I said was this,
which may or may not be true:
“Because now something else
is supposed to happen to you.”

I’m sure she’ll disregard that,
and I’d certainly do the same.
But someday she’ll come to realize
it doesn’t hurt to hear his name.

And when that day comes
I hope she’ll understand
That the “something” I once spoke of
was always in life’s plan.

Remember the time
I only looked into your eyes?
How we’d smile and laugh
and sometimes cry?

I hoped that yours
would be the only eyes I’d ever see,
And that your eyes
would only ever see me.

But there are a lot of eyes,
Both here and there.
It was only a matter of time
until we each looked into another pair.

I’ve seen enough
and I’m just not impressed,
Because I’ve stared into the eyes
of the boy with the best.

The almond-shaped optics
that dress your face,
Even if I tried,
I could never replace.

So I dream about you
and my forehead touching yours,
And the way, from close up,
Your eyes look like the outdoors.

The green is the grass
and the blue is the sky,
And the black in the middle
Shows a reflection of my eye.

I look into a lot of eyes now,
Some brown and some blue.
But none could compare
to the ones belonging to you.

Remember the time
I only looked into yours?
Because from your eyes to mine
your love always pours.

The day that my daughter
Starts elementary school
She’ll meet a little boy
And he’ll join our carpool.

With this little boy
Tea parties she’ll have
He’ll teach her to play soccer
He’ll make her laugh.

Together they’ll get older
Through the oddest of phases
But it’s my little girl
The little boy always praises.

They’ll go to prom
Walk in hand-in-hand
Each other’s secrets
They’ll always understand.

When the time comes
He’ll ask for permission
And my husband will say,
“On one condition.”

“Treat her well,” he’ll say.
“And if you don’t I will know.
She was my little girl
Not so long ago.”

He looked at my husband,
The boy—man, I mean,
And for the first time
A man he seemed.

He reached into his pocket
And took out the ring
He’d place on my girl’s hand
In the middle of spring.