I've never collected trading cards Though I once collected stamps Until one day The catalogue stopped Sending them
I never followed the Dewey Decimal System In any place other than The library Where I spent my Childhood days Falsely convinced that the building Was at least a block Big
I've never been patient For anything but a doctor Though I once waited Ten minutes For the bus And only got up to pace Twice
But with her, I find myself Collecting memories Of snapshots I've taken In my mind
Of her fingers Tracing my face And holding my hand Gently Because I'm never sure How confident I should be When holding her hand
Of her lips As she talks About things that Excite her And I watch them Hearing her excitement And wanting to kiss her
Of her teeth As they are revealed When she smiles When she speaks And as they bite me I want to make her smile When the world goes Boom
Of her eyes So beautiful Framed by glasses Or frameless And looking Up, around, at me Displaying her emotions And other Evasive thoughts And I can't help wondering What runs through her mind But it could be The same that runs through mine: Unfiltered bliss
Of her hair The way it tangles so Easily The way it reflects Her and matches her And how the first time We went bowling I used it as a blindfold So she would be surprised When I Kissed her
But with her, I find myself organizing These memories These thoughts This unbridled energy That is the happiness She brings
The organization reminds me Of a library Or the TARDIS Because in here with the memories It seems bigger And I might be a madman "But it just may be a lunatic You're looking for"
But with her, I find myself patient I can wait Steeping in happiness Like oolong in a clay *** Getting stronger and stronger The longer away I am I can grab my Bag of memory And every moment with her Builds my supply
Like nothing could get me down Not now Not for the predicted future And sure Chaos Is hard to predict But **** patterns, I'm making a beeline For her