Her gypsy heart can’t find its art
In movement, song or rhyme
And though it fakes a smile or two
It’s crying all the time

Instincts state her only fate
Must be to run away
For patient though she is
She may not last another day

In this place, with this face
And all the foolish things it’s done
And all her sodden sorrow
And no single ray of sun.

Your elegant sound floats around my dazed head
You ruffle my feathers, in all manner of ways
You pecked your way into my life
And for a long while I resisted.

You have the freedom that I, as a temporarily caged bird, can no longer enjoy
And though it is sweet of you to join me on my perch
Cohabitation is not something I am accustomed to
And I find myself longing for just a short moment of solitary confinement.

But once you have taken flight, I worry
As all caged birds do
That those I love
Will clip their wings, and cease to return.

So I sit here, and pray for my songbird to come back to me
And chirp in my ear
My meadowlark, my love
The light in my otherwise surrounding darkness.

Pride fills me up kind of like the way you fill me up time after time day after day except when you’re not there but then I suppose the memory of you fills me up in a slightly less full kind of way because you’re quite simply wonderful and then you drop your wallet reminding me and everyone else that you sir yes you sir are nowhere near perfect which brings me significant disbelief yet I revel in the fact that I am thankful thankful for something anything that shines a light upon your moronic tendencies and as the train pulls away I sit and marvel at how grateful I am for a bittersweet end to a wonderful day.

Big
Choking
Sobs
Come out of nowhere
And invade my peace
They are so strong
Thoughts of you make them worse
Thoughts of you cannot stop them
Nor thoughts of the train
Or of the people in my house
Or of the man who feeds the pigeons on my morning walk through the park
Sobs cannot be stopped by thoughts
Give up, give up
I hear in the distance
The sound of temptation is both sweet and sour
So I listen
And listen
And listen
Until
Big
Choking
Sobs
Are no more

There is strength in feeling sad (she says)
Remember that, for me
It shows how much you care (she says)
Sad strength can set you free.

Weakness is not weakness
If it leaves you feeling strong
And if weakness gives you more sad strength
Then sad is never wrong.