that one kid

ok.

so i've typed and deleted a dozen times.
not my style.



i'm sitting over this keyboard.
working. singing. trying to scratch some things down.
make something out of nothing.
got some emails to respond to.
some phone calls to return.
some deadlines to hold on to.
some words to learn.


but for some damn reason, you keep swaggering through my head.
hat tilted to the side. shit talkin all the time.
poker handed you lose.
us tucked into each other on a couch, kinda cute.
late night texts.
short lived.
make out eyes
from that one kid.



... so i guess all i really wanted to say was hey.
hi.
it was nice to see you again.
for a minute.
wish you stayed.
but it's all ok.

see, i was just hoping, that maybe if i wrote this down,
documented this moment,
took a second to be silent
you would swagger out of my mind
so i could go on about my day
living out dreams type shit
breathing melodies type shit
another cigarette, dig the duet
make the most out of life type shit

so.
hmm..
i hope it works.



that was kinda the long way to say
in my not-so-much-my-style kinda way
i was thinking about you.
and it kinda made me smile.