hullo, love.

hullo, love.
i see you there, lying next to me.
i hear you there, calling out to me with your head
and with your heart and
i'm coming.

i'm coming now, i'm on my way already,
running to you like i only know how,
finding you in the night at the corner of fuller and leonard.
"your heart is an empty room," as ben gibbard would say,
and i'm moving in. i've already
picked out the furniture, and i'm saving up to sign the lease.

happiness is a beautiful girl,
and sweet and sour go together surprisingly well.
plans? who needs plans, i say, pulling you tighter--
but i know the truth-- and i'm smiling as i hold it in,
making friends with it,
learning to sour cream when i salsa.

thanks, mandi, thanks, ruth, thanks little kitten, little girl,
little flower with little petals. thanks every one
that smiled at me without reason and without hesitation,
i love you. you've shown me the smiling face behind every cloud,
what's always been there, waiting for me to discover.
you're the fabric softener to my scouring cleanser,
the conditioner to my medicated shampoo. and i've seen you,
you, yes you, in every one of them.
and now you've won, because
i'm smiling too.

hullo, love.
i'm on my way.