The city hides behind 
brown sheer curtains like 
the eyes of a 
mistress focused on me 
from behind her agenda 
thinking I know wondering 
I think when she 
might make her escape 
the city night and 
oh the love she 
promises will both disappear 

Some days you know 
there’s nothing to say 
I’m just a beach
waiting for swimmers and 
children with pails nothing 
more than a place
with snails little me
little more I think 
I’ll be quiet now 

If there’s one 
thing I know 
is I don’t 
don’t want or
need to have 
because I’ve already 
me I’d rather 
sit here quietly 
and remember rather 
than make new
for new to
me is noise 

I have learned 
not to miss
but rather wait 
for you see
I am whole 
not missing anything 
what you bring 
me is extra 
a garnish to 
the already filled 
cup I am 
I will quench
my own thirst 
and you then 
make me prettier 

You snuck up 
on me day
I knew that 
you were coming 
you always do 
around this hour 
but I guess 
even though known
I enjoy surprises 
or pretend surprises 
like a quick 
kiss from a 
lover whose lips 
I’ve already known 
*sigh such is 
day said night