Untitled 09-18-19

Not quite stream-of-consciousness, but a little look at what's been going on in my mind.

Preening, cleaning, and fiending
Thinking all the time and refute that I'm needing
I want to bring you here, there, and yesterday
If you're not in earshot, you're far away

I think, "She'll like this", or, "She'll love that"
I don't believe in magic,
But you've pulled a rabbit from a hat
This stuff's got to be a trick

I want to tell Tom, Dick, and Harry
I know it's way too soon,
But there are worse people to marry
Hope I don't look like a loon

Maybe I want to do dishes or sweep up dust
There's a laundry list of things I'd do
If it would get me your trust
And I'm talking about just you

When you're around,
"too much" just isn't a phrase
Each of my steps has a bounce
I don't know if it's just a phase

Do I want it to be a phase?
I've got so much to do;
I don't know if I can add a chase
Can I get back to you?

What the Hell is this thing?
I never asked for this
Life's complex enough
I don't want another twist

Why haven't I run out of words?
I've not a lot to go on
Maybe it's because distance makes me hurt?
Or days without you seem long?

I don't tire of the thinking, or the talking
Because it's just like breathing or walking
I'm quite sure everyone wants me to shut up
If I'd a penny each time I think of you, I'd fill seven cups

Author's Note

Opinions welcome