Love is watching someone die
No matter how hard it gets to open your eyes
Love is watching someone stumble and fall
And praying they learn not to carry it all
Love is holding someone close to your heart
No matter how far apart
You grow
Love is watching someone wither away
Whether or not today was their day
Yes, love is watching someone die
No matter how hard it gets to open your eyes
And trusting that one day they will forgive
And maybe even learn how to live
There’s something about the sun
That makes me notice everyone
And the faces of all whom I see
And as I walked around today
I saw even more faces than usual
And so I picked each one up
And decided to put them in my pocket
I think I’ll save them for a rainy day
Yes, a rainy day, indeed
The one, the only, Roch Beck
I was feeling rather bothered
By a lot of things this week
Things like teacups and mousetraps and not enough sleep
So I took all of my troubles and put them in a big yellow bowl
I sat there and I watched them for so long they began to mold
And when I was done watching and waiting for them to come up with an excuse
I lit them all on fire ‘cause troubles aren’t good for a single thing
Except bothering you
We got into my time machine
And picked our usual spot
We pretended to consider other places
But we always knew why not
So we got in there and travelled
To a place a million blinks away
A place made for you and me and for beautiful things
Some that have come before and some that will go after us, one day
We walked around them softly
Giving each beautiful thing some thought
And we stayed there for quite some time
Because
we
never
knew
why
not
I got the call today
One I’ve gotten time and time before
I heard your voice on the line
And all the things that it implored
So I tried to say the words I’ve said
But just they couldn’t come out
Or they wouldn’t
So I searched for them in my pockets
And I looked for them under my shoes
I even tried to cough them out
But it was just no use
The words were simply nowhere to be found
And not even all the eyelashes and shooting stars and fairy dust around
Could bring those words to me
So I decided it best to not say anything at all
And maybe one day you’ll realize
What it is that I’m screaming
I don’t remember much about the summer we spent together
It was fleeting, unrequited, and enough to last fornever
But today I remembered
How we sat in purple water
Making patterns in the air
Peeling polish off our toes
And scattering them everywhere
“For the fish,” I said
“For the fish,” you agreed
Adding a smile, after me
We thought the same thoughts and blinked the same blinks
And it was nice to remember, if only for a blink or two
I think about going back often
I blink about it too
Especially when it’s cold and dark and lonely
Because cold isn’t so cold and dark isn’t so dark and lonely isn’t so lonely
So long as I’m thinking of you
Him so cute
When faith is away
My mom asked me to help her clean the house today. So “Of course I will,” was all I could say. I windexed the windows and swept the floors, I even polished a few of the doors. I walked up the stairs to look for other things to do, and noticed the stairs needed some cleaning, too. I began to dust and clean them one at a time, and as I did a lot of thoughts entered my mind. I thought of all the people that have walked up those stairs, maybe stomped, even romped, without a single care. I thought of all the things in my head that could use a little cleaning, too. But before I could get to them, the stairs spoke to me softly and they said, “I feel sorry for you.” And it was then that we realized we have a lot more in common than sometimes just our view. I thought about them the whole day long, and I really wished there was something more I could do. So I walked up and down them softly, and I whispered, “I feel sorry for you, too.”
I woke up this morning in a sea of tiny people. Tiny people in my bed, tiny people on the floor, tiny people on the shelves and the lights and the door. They were talking in tiny people voices about things tiny people like to do. Things yesterday and tomorrow and a year from now, too. I sat up and listened awhile, I watched them move all around. I thought about going back to sleep, but the tiny voices were much much too loud. And the more I watched and listened, the more afraid I became, for soon the tiny people were saying nothing but my name. So I laid back down and pulled the covers in close, ‘cause what they think and I think, it must be the same.
Maybe tomorrow, tiny people.
Maybe tomorrow.
The world is moving right before my eyes
It comes to a stop in a field of blinking lights
I’m not one to stare
But all I can see is you
You’re beautiful
That much I know is true
So I watch you for a hundred blinks
Plus a few
And as the night goes on and the sun shines less
You’re still all I can see
And all I really want to see
We used to play it all the time
I’d close my eyes and count to 100
But I never closed them all the way
I’d watch you dance and run and sometimes fall through squinting eyelids, searching for the perfect hiding spot
I never let you leave my sight, though
You were too little and fragile and easily broken
And when it was my turn to hide
I never tried very hard
Because watching you was what I liked best
But now you’re counting with your eyes closed, you aren’t even peeking a little
And I’ve hidden so well that I don’t know if you could find me if you wanted to
I don’t even think you would know where to look
But I’m not sure I really want you to find me, anyways
You made me promise I would stay
No matter what came our way
And stay I did, for as long as I could bear
But one day we drove
Down a street that I know
One I know all too well
To a cliff on a hill that overlooks everything and nothing
And all I could think to do was jump
So I did
And I can see you standing way up above
Debating whether to drive away or jump off too
I’m screaming at you to jump, though
So I don’t have to feel so alone
But you can’t hear me
And I don’t know that you ever will
But it’s not so bad, really
Cause I haven’t regretted it one bit
And no one’s even noticed that I’m gone
“We’re having a party,” I said
And you gleefully agreed
We walked arm in arm through streets of people and dogs and trees
We shopped in stores filled with lights and gadgets and other oddities
We inspected the shelves and made them our own
We talked about our life and all the parties we could have in our home
We discussed things we used to have and things we hope to have, someday
Then we sat a long time, just you and I and the people and the dogs and the trees
“I want you in my life for a long time,” you said
And the words, though not spoken, are resounding in my head
Because I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than spend all of my somedays with you
