The thing 
we hope 
nobody notices 
is that 
very one 
thing that 
everyone does 
so be 
your weakness 
it is
what makes 
us vulnerable 

If the wind
says anything at
all it whispers 
beware the promises 
of strangers for 
they become storms
of such strength 
as to rattle 
even the strongest 
of them all

A tickle
tackles me
like gaggles
of giggles 
and winks
wing it
when kisses
miss from 
the Mrs 

If I 
know anything 
it’s that 
I don’t 
know anything 
at all
and that
this then
made everything 
else possible 

Just noise 
this everyday 
a cricket 
that follows 
incessantly chirping 
come and 
find me 
be gone 
little friend 
haunt some 
other person 
with your 
melody of
broken promises 
served up 
and sung
as memory