i’m just one person
and so are you
when you forgot i was here
well i did too
i hate the feeling of
feelings in the air and
the way they touch you
without a word and
leave without a sound
but they always come back
dreading bad news
maybe feelings have feelings too
and maybe they feel just as bad
as you do when you always
remember the bad things
despite the good things
that have happened
and will happen soon
maybe that’s why it never stops
maybe there’s someone always
on the left of us
and the right of us
above us and below
giggling at the ignorance
of our poor lost souls
as if we were little puppies
that knew no better grown
when all we wanted was happiness
yet we always questioned home