love poem

I spent the nights of this weekend drinking wine.

on this one particular night

I had two bottles

a glass

a book of paper

and a pen.

 

after I drank the first bottle

I gathered my belongings and

moved underneath

the piano. 

 

I liked it

 

It reminded me of being a child

and hiding under my grandmothers dinner table.

it was dark

and cool

peaceful

The wooden legs were smooth and beautiful to the touch

And I would hide under there

waiting for someone to notice

that I was gone.

 

 

Funny how some things

never change

 

 

So there I laid

on a Saturday night

at 2:17

under a piano

writing love poems

to someone I have never met.

 

 

Until I drank

the last glass of wine

and crawled out from under

my fortress

to go burn down the evidence

of what I had thought

to the sound of

" I want you"

by the Beatles

playing on repeat

 

in a cold garage

deep into a cold Ohio night

stoned alone

and in love

at 3:03 in the

morning.

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW6G3nh5S3I