Where the sidewalk ends
and the  pavement turns to sand,
that's where you'll find me,
that's a nowhere man's nowhere land.

I am not a dog walker
nor jogger on the beach.
No, I am a no one
and I hold no one's leash.

Friendly to some
and deadly to others,
I am no book
you can judge by a cover.

Heed my words or write them off,
I care not for your affairs,
but listen when I tell you this:
Time stops for no one
and no one really cares.

Hurray, hurray!
There's a party today,
one that celebrates
your special birthday!

I'll invite all your friends
and we'll party 'til ten
(I would if you had them...
So you don't, then?)!

I'll decorate your hallways
with streamers and balloons.
Your house will be festive,
though you may just keep to your room.

I'll bake you a glorious cake,
complete with your favorite frosting,
even though you know the cake that I bake
will be eaten singularly by you.

I'll buy you a proper present
and wrap it with care
and you'll start to cry
as the wrapping paper tears.

I'll march through your sadness
(It's quite selfish, really)
and sing Happy Birthday to you
while I look at you with pity.

You're alone on your birthday
and no one is to blame.
At least this day is only a day
and tomorrow brings a day
that isn't your lonely birthday.

I am a doer of things.
I do the best I can at doing
and given due time,
things get done.

I am a sayer of things.
I knit words together;
I am famous for my
sprawling I'm Sorry scarves.

I am a dreamer of things.
I hold onto a hope and a wish
with both hands,
even if those things are invisible.

I am a fixer of things.
I kiss it all better
and glue pieces together
after I have been
a breaker of things.

Calm, unmoving, silent,
you are still.
Sitting, patient, waiting,
you are still.
I still envy the stillness
that you possess.

There are always the haves
and the have-nots.
I once thought I was a member
of the have-nots,
but I had not considered
that I do have you.

I am the girl that is called a fool,
the ever hopeful dandelion.
I am the dreamer, the feeler, the lover.
The girl that dances with the moon
and colors outside of the lines?
Yes, she is me and I am her.

I'll shake your hand and
smile warmly at you
because it is so great to meet you,
but we both know that true meetings
happen later when our souls
finally say hello to each other.

A projection of pure light
crackling with energy
and waves of happiness,
you are almost too good to be true.
If I did not know better,
I'd think you were some sort of hologram.

I live my life,
but I feel it, too.
Emotions are my life blood
and you, my dear,
are keeping this darling girl
alive.

I remember when you called to say
that you were planting a garden today.
My excitement for you was pure and true
and we knew there was much to do
before life could grow properly
in your garden hideaway.

I watched you sprinkle water down
from your watering can
and spread fertilizer across
the soil of your young plant,
making sure it had all the nutrients
needed to live.

You tended lovingly to your seedling,
singing it songs
and weeding out all harmful things.

We called her Peanut.

You were so proud.

I was with you the day Peanut was no more.
Your garden was no longer full of life.
Nothing grew there.
Your carefully weeded soil did nothing
to stop this from happening.

I now watch you look at the empty seed packets
while you think of your empty garden
and the pretty things that should have grown there.
You were a good gardener,
but apparently your thumb wasn’t green enough
to keep the fates from
ripping your plant out of the earth.

I remember when you called to say
that you were planting a garden,
but I wish you didn't.

Rain pounds down on a window,
pain clear for all to hear.

Let me in!
Hear my words!
*If you would just come outside…