We are each
of us little 
more than colanders
full of holes 
meant to drain 
even the stubbornest 
run we do 
into the arms
of another sieve 
thinking that they
will somehow hold 
but the only 
time that’s possible 
is when holes
will hopefully complement 
and not align
if they do 
they’ll flee too

I airplane 
and fish
just gliding 
languidly along 
a swimmer 
nakedly skimming
atop and
stones tossed
skipping skipped 
and I
like them 
now easily 
moving without 
a sound 
just evidence 
once caught
by eye 

I didn’t know 
honestly I didn’t 
that I might 
be happy alone 
always always I 
thought and assured
myself that I 
needed to be 
coupled and counted 
as two because 
one wasn’t enough 
but now I 
think it is 
just enough enough
and the extra 
well it’s mine 

The day weeps 
heavy clouds heartbroken 
they leak tiny
little tears that 
tip tat like 
small fingers on
shoulders begging attention 
and I inside
listening and curious 
wondering just what 
might make the 
clouds cry quietly 

I can’t be
the only one 
feeling this way
but the only 
other one who 
I wish would 
sadly never will
and here I 
go yet again 
crooning this same 
old love song 
to a bunch 
of other people 
feeling the same 
way as me