You make me smile.
You pretend you’re God & i like that!
I think you’re full of shit though. Not that you care.
You’re happy if I kiss you…You cry if I don’t.
& I love our debates! I love it when we sit down in the shop and astound the world with our words of great magnitude.
& I love it when we hold one another & the assistants don’t know what to do.
You make me laugh!
You make me cry.
So I bought the world for you today. I spent my money…& I made you smile. I saw you in the mirrors and the windows & the faces of the children passing by. God you make me smile. & my heart is full. Heavy.
I love the fact that you hold onto me when we run the RED lights! I love your screams. I love your giggles. I love your nervousness. I love the way you stroke my ear. I love how you comb your hair behind yours.
Woman, If you could hear me now.
…If you could hear me.
Then everything would be alright.
…it would all make sense.
© Ed Simkins