Tea Please

Table for two, I tell the hostess
She walks us to our table in the corner
So much glass
for better people watching
Your tea's too hot like usual

I sip mine with pinky in the air
and ask myself what am I doing here
Your mind is somewhere far away
longing for yesterday

When we still laughed and words came easy
and your hand would gravitate to mine as if they were soul magnets
Fingers intertwined
We'd sit there and pass the time
and people watched us instead
as I'd spread some butter over bread
They'd wonder about love's mystery
A boy
A girl 
and two cups of tea

Haha.  That was a fun piece to write.  On the train this morning, I was listening to a podcast where writers would write in (shocking I know), and ask relationship questions to the hosts.  One question this morning was concerning the first year of marriage and how they heard that it was the hardest year.  I wonder if it truly is the hardest year.  Of course, the hosts answered with the "it's different for every couple", but I wonder if it's not the best year.  And I wonder what happens when the best year ends and another begins.  And why do all the special teas smell so delicious and taste like regular tea?  Peace out.

Elizabethtown

The rain falls down
on Elizabethtown
The St. Lawrence River has her fill
Tulips and daffodils
Come one come all 
to Victoria Hall, Brockville

I dunno.  This is just really funny to me.  Peace out.

Suspend

Temporarily delete your past
soot, memory, ash
The freedom to start anew
tree, leaves, grass

No longer the person we once knew
free to do things that aren't you

Today's piece was inspired by someone deleting their facebook account.  My sister used to do that a lot too.

I like the idea of starting fresh.  I like starting new journals because I feel as though the act of writing in a new book means that the mistakes I've made in the past no longer have a hold on me.  I like the idea of not being held to things I've said or stances I've taken.

I remember when I was in France, I had a cousin who greeted all his female friends with a kiss on the cheek and all his male friends with handshakes.  I was 15 at the time, but I thought that was so cool... and I was sad that I couldn't do that with my friends.  You see, I had already set the precedent.  I historically didn't do that, and it would have been weird to start.  Peace out.

Again

I check drawers I never opened
And thoroughly search under the bed
I close my suitcase with a sense of dread
I fight to ignore the voice in my head
It tells me to check that drawer again
My will bends
And breaks
I give my head a shake
And go over the room once more

It's not about rereturning but it follows the theme of doing things again.  I'm traveling for work tomorrow.   Traveling brings out the OCD in me.  I always feel like I've forgotten to pack something.  And when I leave the hotel, I go over every inch at least twice.  But I promise I'm normal in real life... mostly.  Peace out.

The Rereturning

I've been here before
I've scratched my name into the door
as if I was a person of importance
I rinse
and I repeat
I seek the beat with tested algorithms
We clap our hands
finding the rhythm 
My soul yearning
My fingers spurning
The rereturning

No, that is not a typo.  I'm such a creature of cycles.  I don't ever do anything new.  I just take turns doing different things that I've done in the past.  And when I get bored with the revisiting, I revisit something else.  I re-return.

I was looking for Scars on 45 in iTunes today and scrolled past S Club 7.  I miss them.  I re-returned.  I'm sure I've missed them before and had the same feeling of nostalgia when listening to their stuff... again.  It's funny cause the other night, I was thinking that I should listen to more music rather than listening to so many podcasts.  I cycle between the two and I guess right now I'm podcast heavy.  I immediately started getting overwhelmed by all the music I wanted to listen to.  I immediately thought of Kate Walsh, William Fitzsimmons, Scars on 45, The Fray, Lady Antebellum.. and I just thought about Peter Bradley Adams.

With that list, I was surprised to find myself playing a bunch of P!nk songs on guitar today that I don't think I've ever heard P!nk sing.  I've only heard the covers.  And now I'm rambling, so I'm done.  Peace out.