writing: stitches, scotch tape & staples

i had always thought

though i never openly acknowledged it

and never pointed it out

that when you tilted your head a certain way

i saw the faintest hint of green in your eyes

and i could tell you now

but it would be so overdue

i know it would mean little

i know i mean little

but if i had the chance,

and the bravery,

i would have told you,

i wrote a song about you

did you know?

a few of them, in fact

also

i didn't mean what i said

that one time

or,

maybe i meant it a little

but i didn't mean to say it out loud

but,

i did mean a lot of other things

and i wonder if you think i didn't

well,

i did.

and

for the record,

you changed me

breathed me in

and exhaled me

with pieces missing

and some parts new

tacked on as you pleased

stitches, scotch tape and staples

and i've yet to determine

if i think i'm better this way

though,

being that i can't change it,

i like to think i am

or,

that one day i will be.

[mesmerized by the bellagio fountains, july 2007]