Big believer in signs, those taps and nudges from the universe, easy to miss messages. Signs are there to comfort, provide hope in a lost moment. Sometimes.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
One’s been chasing me the last few weeks, a song that pops up on radio roulette while driving, plays faintly at the gym. Wafts overhead at the grocery.
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
That part made me cry, just a little, in the car this morning.
It’s not merely romantic love that’s nipping. You can run from love, but if it’s really love it will find you, catch you by the heels. Stole that from Bono. It’s also love between friends, between families. Although that can feel in short supply, it’s not. Just easy to lose focus, not see it as clearly abundant when one is pining for a man's knuckles squeezing between fingers, or brushing hair back from a brow. Or staying awhile. I sometimes forget to tell my friends I love them.
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
It’s genuine comfort that makes me sigh out loud. Sometimes. Of course achieving and owning that would require a change in habits and hobbies. Never fully tested, but once engulfed in a relationship, the casual fun would stop. It doesn’t for some, and being on the receiving end I have a couple theories why. Not going to delve deeply into why I seek impossible relationships and built-in, non-committal excuses, or say it has to do with feeling worthy or deserving. Yeah, not going to explore that right now.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my doors always open
You come anytime you want
Still I wonder what that feels like, the broken-in-comfort, the COM to the passion. I wonder.
I know where you hide, alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
And perhaps that’s why love songs make me cry in the car. Sometimes.